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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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Don't they teach you anything in the experimental chambers with the mash spike plates oh maybe not.

He shrugged. "Sure. I guess I don't really know what it takes to run a bakery, but even if you don't want to do that, you could always do it in your spare time. You want to put the second pan in?"

[fattynoparents]

Apparently not.

OH. RIGHT. The other pan. Chell at least knew enough not to let her hands touch the inside of the oven. Even if it was imaginary, it was bound to hurt if she touched it.

She carefully slid it in, shut the door, and then plunked herself right in front of the oven as if staring intently at the contents would make them bake faster.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

A watched pot never boils, Chell. "On cooking shows, I think they have two versions of the cake. One's prepared ahead of time so the audience doesn't have to wait until it's cooked."

He gave her a pair of oven mitts. "I guess we could just imagine the cake done now, but... somehow it doesn't really seem like baking unless you have to wait a little while."

[fattynoparents]

Chell couldn't remember having seen any cooking shows, so it made no difference to her. Besides, she was patient. She could wait a few minutes for a cake.

Suddenly, her eyes shot open as if remembering something (probably because that was exactly what she was doing). They couldn't very well have a cake without decorations!

She sprang to her feet and dashed to the cabinets, opening them and pulling out a can of frosting and

some sprinkles.