Home is where the tart is [Open]

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

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.

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[seraphicthunder.livejournal.com]

Passing by, Reimi noticed the smell coming from the sensoriums. Poking her head in, she smiled and waved at him. "Zouichi! Hey! You're baking I take it?"

[fattynoparents]

DID SOMEONE SAY CAKE?!

Where there was cake, there was Chell, and even if it wasn't real cake, there was no way she was just going to sit by and let cake happen without her.

So she poked her head into the Sensoriums, only stepping inside after she confirmed that yes, cake was happening. That was definitely the smell of cake.

Quietly, slooooooowly, she crept towards the kitchen.

[alastirra.livejournal.com]

Curiosity and the scent of something sweet had the shaman following her nose into the Sensorium Zouichi occupied. It also had a broad grin spreading over her face.

"Zouichi! I am glad to see you are all right! You are baking?" Alastirra asked. To some degree, she was stating the obvious, but that wasn't really one of his usual pastimes.

[quick_strike]

That's what that smell was. Pastries being baked. It was rather pervasive and Alendian took a break from her own practices to step over to the next room. She pulled off her mask as she came in and took a long around.

"Pastries? You cook?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Oh, come on. You're making food in the Sensoriums and you didn't invite your favorite taste-tester? Afraid you might get kitchen ghosts or something?" He hops up on the counter as if it's just made for him to perch on, swinging his legs. "Whatcha making?"