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Home is where the tart is [Open]
Despite not requiring much in the way of food, Zouichi did know how to cook. But with friends and acquaintances from wildly different backgrounds, he figured he could stand to expand his repertoire. So today he was trying out desserts. The inside of one of the Sensoriums had been transformed into a brightly-lit kitchen, its counters covered with baking pans, bowls, fruit, flour, and a multitude of other ingredients.
Zouichi, wearing a dark blue apron, was just taking a batch of chilled dough out of the refrigerator, rolling it carefully out between waxed paper sheets. It was looking pretty good, or so he thought. Nothing had even exploded yet!
From somewhere within the kitchen, the smell of cake wafted up into the air. Caaake.
Zouichi, wearing a dark blue apron, was just taking a batch of chilled dough out of the refrigerator, rolling it carefully out between waxed paper sheets. It was looking pretty good, or so he thought. Nothing had even exploded yet!
From somewhere within the kitchen, the smell of cake wafted up into the air. Caaake.
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"I think I am flattered! So are you here because he is baking things? I dropped in because of the smells, but I was not sure who I would find!"
Not that she didn't know Z cooked or baked, but it was interesting to watch.
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"I came here for the same reason as you. I know he talked about making a few things, so I guess he wants to practice on it first. Which is a good idea, we don't have as much of the real stuff to take any chances with."