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Post by Pina on Oct 27, 2007 11:05:22 GMT -5
*She giggled excitedly, and looked toward her father with a grin.*
"Yes, you have to help!"
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Post by Erik on Oct 27, 2007 13:06:19 GMT -5
((It's so domestic. I'd be throwing up if they weren't so hot.))
*Erik smiled, genuinely this time. Perhaps this would work, after all.*
"If you say Erik must, then indeed he must."
*He rose to move to the kitchen with them, wondering if Megan happened to keep things for making chocolate chip cookies around, and who would provision such things now that she was gone? He hadn't thought about that.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 27, 2007 15:01:06 GMT -5
((Yeah, I get that. I kinda want them to send Pina to her room so they can bake cookies naked. *looks back* Umm...my interior monologue seems to be broken at the moment, sorry.))
*Julian grinned and carried Pina into the kitchen after him.*
Do not worry, Mother. I will make whatever isn't available. It should not be too taxing.
*He set her down gently.*
"Hmm...now do you want to measure or stir?"
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Post by Pina on Oct 27, 2007 16:46:47 GMT -5
((If Erik and Julian will bake cookies naked, I will gladly send Pina into her room.))
"Neither! But you two have fun! ... But don't expect me to TOUCH those cookies." *Shudders and disappears into her room.*
"Um... I'll measure," *she said happily.*
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Post by Erik on Oct 27, 2007 18:10:37 GMT -5
You... what?
*This was another new one. To create substance out of nothing? But where did it come from? And what did such an act cost him?*
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Post by Julian on Oct 27, 2007 22:20:05 GMT -5
*Julian turned nonchalantly to help collect the ingredients.*
Do not worry, Mother. Baked goods are nothing like a nose. I promise it will not wound me too greatly.
*He smiled softly as her procured items, setting them out on the counter.*
"Measuring it is."
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Post by Erik on Oct 27, 2007 22:21:58 GMT -5
*Erik watched him carefully. This warranted further examination. Later. He was intensely curious; but he could not be jealous. Not really.*
"Does that make Erik the stirrer?"
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Post by Pina on Oct 27, 2007 22:24:57 GMT -5
((Define "too greatly." I will cry if he gets hurt.))
*She approached the counter, standing on tip toe in order to reach better.*
"What do we need?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 27, 2007 22:29:10 GMT -5
*Julian buried his head in the cupboard, focusing on manifesting some chocolate chips. They had had everything else. He winced slightly as he pulled them into being, but he put on a smile for the girl as he leaned back, holding them out to her.*
"Looks like we have everything."
*He looked up to Erik with gentle eyes.*
Later. I will show you anything you want.
"And yes, stirring would fall to you."
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Post by Erik on Oct 27, 2007 22:44:27 GMT -5
*Erik nodded almost imperceptibly.*
I... could feel it.
"Then Erik shall endeavor to do his best."
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Post by Pina on Oct 27, 2007 22:47:53 GMT -5
*Pina smiled, oblivious as to what was going on between her father and brother.*
"What do I have to do first?" *she asked, reaching for a measuring cup.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 27, 2007 22:53:25 GMT -5
"Here, my princess."
*Julian fetched her a stool so she could reach the counter.*
"We'll need 2 1/4 cups of flour...just level it like..."
*His hands guided her gently through the motions a few times, until she got the hang of it.*
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Post by Pina on Oct 27, 2007 23:00:44 GMT -5
*Pina scrambled up onto the stool and imitated Julian, until she had enough flour. She dumped it into a large bowl, where some of it puffed up, covering her hands with white spots. She looked up with a slightly embarrassed giggle.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 27, 2007 23:08:42 GMT -5
*Julian smiled gently.*
"Don't worry, it'll come with practice.*
"Now we need a teaspoon of this...and this..."
*He handed her each ingredient in turn.*
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Post by Pina on Oct 27, 2007 23:17:27 GMT -5
*She measured the ingredients diligently, before putting them in the bowl. A few chocolate chips escaped the cup, though, and somehow found their way to her mouth. She had no idea how that happened.*
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