flayn

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week 0, tuesday

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[ it's a few days later and here they are, in the kitchen! tsuru has both hands on his hips, looking quite pleased. ]

What kind of cookies are we in the mood for?

[fishingforcompliments]

Something with chocolate! I would like to recreate what you had on the bus.

[i almost wrote train. they weren't on a train. what the fuck?

anyway, flayn looks very excited to begin this little cooking experiment]

What ingredients do you believe we shall need?

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We need... sugar. And also the... flour?

[ tsurumaru is not the cooking sword. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[Into the pantry she goes to look! She knows what flour looks like. Its consistency is different enough that she has an easy enough time identifying it even without looking closely at any labels that might be on the bags.

Sugar and salt aren't so easy to differentiate. And she's not reading labels because that isn't as funny, so she shakes a few granules out onto her hand and licks it.]

—oh. Not that, that is salt.

[SUGAR, WHERE ARE YOU.]

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[ meanwhile, he is wandering off to find chocolate for the chips... are there actual chips? do they need to cut the chocolate smaller? these are the questions he asks himself as flayn struggles with finding sugar. ]

Have you found it yet?

[fishingforcompliments]

[well, here are some more white granules. tsuru's calling for her, so she'll grab them without testing them first]

Yes, I believe so! What next?

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[ bad. ]

What size chocolate is preferable?

[ chips????? ]

[fishingforcompliments]

Hmmm... From what I recall, they looked like chocolate dots.

[She's never seen a chocolate chip in her life.]

I wonder how we would chop chocolate into that shape?

[preowned]

Perhaps by cutting...?

[ he's frowning. that seems like a lot of work. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

I hope no one has taken all the knives...

[PLEASE let there still be a knife. she's going to look for one.]

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Oh, don't worry.

[ he remembers from last time and just

pulls out a knife

and holds it out ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[FRANCY!!!]

Oh! You had one... [Well. That's convenient. She reaches for the handle of the knife.] I will get to chopping, then.

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[ listen ]

I will see what else we may need.

[ like... pans? where are those... the search continues ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[my suspicion that a kitchen knife will be involved in tutorial murder just shot way up]

I will leave it to you.

[chop chop chop ... none of these pieces of chocolate are the same size.]

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[ they're already doing better than last time at least

but he will pick out a pan. tsuru has no idea what size they actually need and differences in depth or whatever, so he just grabs the first one he sees that seems right.

oh, and a bowl... hell yea ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[PLEASE tell me they're going to be making cookies in a cake pan

anyway, she's humming to herself as she chops the chocolate... and there, all done! she sets the knife down on the counter.]

Is there anything else that needs chopping?

[preowned]

Hm... I am not sure.

[ you think about how neither of them have mentioned butter

but he holds up... his cake pan ]

We can keep it there just in case.

[fishingforcompliments]

[she nods and dumps the chopped-up chocolate into the pan]

Very well! Then I suppose we should mix the flour and the sugar with... water?

[preowned]

That sounds correct, yes.

[ he will go to find a spoon, because he does not know what a mixer is. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[


she has no idea how much to put in. a third of the bowl gets filled with flour, a third gets filled with the "sugar" that is almost certainly salt, and she fills it up the rest of the way with water.]

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[ ohhhh. my fucking god.

but tsuru hands her the giant spoon he found, so very helpfully... before wandering over to the oven to stare at it. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[time to mix this unholy combination of water, salt, and flour up!!

...

it's sloshing over the sides of the bowl.]

Oh, dear...

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... perhaps we need more flour?

[ something seems

not right, here ]

[fishingforcompliments]

That may be it...

[She'll tip some of the gross, salty flour liquid into the sink, then pours in some more flour and gets back to mixing.]

...no, this does not look quite right.

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[ hm

he peers at it, wondering what exactly did they get wrong here. ]

Perhaps we are missing an ingredient?