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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?
[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?
[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.]
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.]
[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?
Yes, I believe so! What next?
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?
[She's never seen a chocolate chip in her life.]
I wonder how we would chop chocolate into that shape?
I hope no one has taken all the knives...
[PLEASE let there still be a knife. she's going to look for one.]
[PLEASE let there still be a knife. she's going to look for one.]
[FRANCY!!!]
Oh! You had one... [Well. That's convenient. She reaches for the handle of the knife.] I will get to chopping, then.
Oh! You had one... [Well. That's convenient. She reaches for the handle of the knife.] I will get to chopping, then.
[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.]
I will leave it to you.
[chop chop chop ... none of these pieces of chocolate are the same size.]
[ 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 ]
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 ]
[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?
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?
[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?
Very well! Then I suppose we should mix the flour and the sugar with... water?
[
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.]
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.]
[time to mix this unholy combination of water, salt, and flour up!!
...
it's sloshing over the sides of the bowl.]
Oh, dear...
...
it's sloshing over the sides of the bowl.]
Oh, dear...
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.
[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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