flayn

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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. ]

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[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 ]

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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?

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...what did it taste like, when you ate it? Perhaps we can figure out the missing ingredient from that.

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It was sweet... and very soft? It like melted in my mouth.

[ hm ]

What is something that will melt...

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...

[she actually knows this, so:]

Butter?

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[ butter... hmm ]

We can give it a try!

[fishingforcompliments]

[time to look for butter!!




she finds a tub of margarine. close enough.]

How much do you think it needs?

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We have a lot of dough, so... maybe put a little in, and if that doesn't work, put more in?

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[scoops up some margarine and drops it in

stirs it a little]

Hmmm... this still seems very... soupy.

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Then...

[ he puts the entire thing in

and nods. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[well


it's thickening up! a little. hm. the consistency doesn't look quite right, but flayn doesn't know what cookie dough is supposed to look like.]

Should we add the chocolate?

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We might as well, it'll probably be easier to mix it all in now.

[ he has no idea if that's true or not but he figures they do not go in after it's baked ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[in goes the chocolate!

mixing, mixing... the consistency is still pretty off, but it's not like she knows any better]

I think we are making some progress!

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Yes! This looks right now.

[ it doesn't, it just looks better than it previously did. ]

How long do we bake it for?

[fishingforcompliments]

...until it is hard, I suppose?

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... I guess we just have to keep a close eye on it, and it'll be fine.

[ he glances back at the oven ]

... temperature...

[fishingforcompliments]

If it is a higher temperature, it should cook faster, should it not?

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It should! And we'll be able to clean up afterwards faster.

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Very well!

[she turns it up to the highest temperature.]

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[ and he will go and start pouring the dough into the

fucking cake pan. i hate this. he also has no idea how spreading works so he is making each block too big. ]

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[This is going to be disgusting.

But also! Cake pans are much smaller than baking sheets, so...]

Do we need another pan? We have more dough left than we have room.

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It seems like it. Would you mind grabbing another?

[ while he deals with this monstrosity. ]