The proof is in the pudding
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mitochondriaayaWho:Aya and Braig
When: Just before Dilan returns from his first vacation away from the assignment.
What: They are really, really glad he's coming home and want to show it!
"You," Aye declared cheerfully as she leaned against the counter, "are making a mess." She wasn't lying about that either! There was goop that had managed to escape the mixing bowl, and sure this particular mix was suppose to be a little goopy, but, well. This might just turn into a horror movie.
"If I am it's your fault babe," Braig countered cheerfully, "you listed the ingredients!"
She laid a hand on the spoon to still his stirring and looked down into the bowl. That looked nothing like it was suppose to! Nothing at all! "That's a lot less chunky than it should be. It's got the fruit, I see that..." In bits and spots buried under a tannish muck.
"And the honey," he agreed, lifting the spoon out for her to sample. "Totally got that." He happened to like honey so it wasn't something he'd leave out.
"Egg and a ground vanilla bean..." she sighed, tasting a touch of the stuff. The...oats had the wrong texture. How did oats get put together wrong?! "What..."
"What?" Okay, now she had him worried. He peered down at the bowl and let the spoon glop back into it with a creepy sucking sound. "It bakes firmer right?" That was how cookies worked!
"Scoot!" She laughed and danced past him to rifle through the hated cupboards of their little apartment. Generally they had the 'cover' food on display, quick meals and easy things for two people who couldn't cook worth a damn. Higher were jars and jars of jerky for 'Breaker' and hidden behind those the occasional less than easy meal ingredient. Never too many, but sometimes it was worth the risk. "What oatmeal did you use?"
"Hmmm?" Braig asked, shamelessly watching as she climbed up on the shelves to root around behind the dried meat. "Oatmeal, you know, comes in packets? Measured them out and everything."
She laughed, the sound odd and a touch wild with her head in a cupboard that nearly brushed the ceiling. "That's what's wrong. That's instant creepy stuff, we've got steel cut back here for the cookies, I should have said that, I'm sorry!" Hah! Can procured she took a moment to wave it at him teasingly.
"Oatmeal is oatmeal babe," Braig smirked, knowing it wasn't from all of Dilan's fussing over meals, but it was fun to tweak people's tails.
Since she was already up on the counter she took a moment to fish out one of her high energy cubes, better than vitamins those, then sat down on the counter to stick her tongue out at him. "You'd make Dilan cry if he heard that."
"Nah, he'd just give me a look and ask me to leave the kitchen!" Braig admitted, swirling the stuff in the bowl again. "Does this mean we have to start over?" Seemed like a waste of honey-oatmeal-fruit glop!
"Yeeeeeah I'm pretty sure that will just bake into hot mud."
"Tasty hot mud," he teased, lifting the spoon to sample it himself. Hmmm, missing just a touch of...cinnamon? Yeah, that did it! Now it was tasty glop. "Ever sit and eat the cookie dough when you were a kid?"
"That is not dough!" she laughed. "Hard to snitch bits when it would just slip off your fingers..."
"Oh, I don't know," he grinned and scooped up a fingerful before advancing on her position. "Here, it's being perfectly, safely dough like! Seeeeee?" Watch it slowly drip toward her! Driiiiip with that odd, slow horror only honey could provide!
"Hey! Watch it...noooooo!" she laughed and batted at his hand, making the glop...fly. Across her hand, across his shirt, his face, the counter. Ummm. "...I'm not sorry?" In fact she was giggling at the startled look on Braig fast. Giggling hard enough that she had to slump against the fridge to stay upright!
Braig blinked, slowly, then lifted his hand to wipe away the smear that landed near his eye. "You know this means war, right?" And just like that he swept forward to dab her nose with said smear. Hah! Point to him! she was cute when she was reeling in shock. Or trying to stare at the end of her nose. No time to ponder that though, he needed to rearm!
"Oh no you don't!" she laughed, bopping her nutrient cube wrapper off his head before jumping off the counter. "You do not get the bowl!" He was totally going to beat her there.
Yes, yes he was. And he was going to get a whole handful of goo! He didn't take the whole bowl because, well, where would the fun in that be? "You're too slow!" he laughed, flicking gobbets at her as she danced past him to grab her own handful. "You're lucky this is just goo!"
"Hahaha Mr. Deadeye!" she ducked, trying to avoid a gobbet and succeeding in getting it...in her hair. Well, honey was good for hair, right? Totally. Time to grab her own handful and lob most of it over her shoulder at him! There were advantages to having a very small kitchen sometimes. She was rewarded with a coughing splutter. Point to her!
Fair play was for losers. After that handful Braig grabbed the collar of her shirt and dumped a good half of his ammo down her back. He was glad the initial flailing elbow went wide as she danced away from the cold slime. Not like she could escape it though! He smirked and leaned back against the stove, licking a finger. Yeah, that was game obviously. He hadn't had even a mild food fight since...well, had he really ever had one? Maybe in school when Dilan was studying through a lunch? It was a lot of fun honestly and he hadn't smiled this much since Dilan left! "I'll let you hit the shower first babe."
"You think it's over?" She hissed in mock-fury. The mix felt creepy as hell as it inched down her spin and she kept bending her shoulders back trying to shake the feeling but...no, that was not how it ended! It ended with her grabbing the spoon from the bowl and enacting the age old tradition of catapult warfare!
Well...that'd teach him to make a gentlemanly offer huh? He grabbed the nearest plate from the cupboard, using it as a shield, and laughed as he peeked over the top at her. Splat. Splattasplatsplat. Wow, she was figuring out the rapid reload there. Too much longer and there wouldn't be anything left in the bowl for him to steal! Bullrush time! With a laugh he lunged, plate first, and chased her in a small circle as she tried to keep tossing goo at him.
Nothing doing.
He inched a hand around his plate, catching her around the waist and pressing his goop covered shield against her chest. Now they were even and...
...with a giggle Aya dumped her last spoonful directly on top of Braig's head. He'd come close enough, she'd been plastered, why not?
That was...goo in his hair. "Evil woman!" he laughed, unsure if he wanted to let go of her or the plate to scrape gunk out of his ponytail. Hmmm, that decision was getting just a little too hard wasn't it? Right. With a sigh he...ducked forward to lick the goo off her nose then released her to sashay away. "My shower then!" A cold shower was good for honey right? Totally.
Granted, without Braig holding it in place the plate dropped to the ground with a loud crack, but Aya was too busy grinning and wiping her nose to care. Cleanup, shower, then real cookies for Dilan. They could do that.
When: Just before Dilan returns from his first vacation away from the assignment.
What: They are really, really glad he's coming home and want to show it!
"You," Aye declared cheerfully as she leaned against the counter, "are making a mess." She wasn't lying about that either! There was goop that had managed to escape the mixing bowl, and sure this particular mix was suppose to be a little goopy, but, well. This might just turn into a horror movie.
"If I am it's your fault babe," Braig countered cheerfully, "you listed the ingredients!"
She laid a hand on the spoon to still his stirring and looked down into the bowl. That looked nothing like it was suppose to! Nothing at all! "That's a lot less chunky than it should be. It's got the fruit, I see that..." In bits and spots buried under a tannish muck.
"And the honey," he agreed, lifting the spoon out for her to sample. "Totally got that." He happened to like honey so it wasn't something he'd leave out.
"Egg and a ground vanilla bean..." she sighed, tasting a touch of the stuff. The...oats had the wrong texture. How did oats get put together wrong?! "What..."
"What?" Okay, now she had him worried. He peered down at the bowl and let the spoon glop back into it with a creepy sucking sound. "It bakes firmer right?" That was how cookies worked!
"Scoot!" She laughed and danced past him to rifle through the hated cupboards of their little apartment. Generally they had the 'cover' food on display, quick meals and easy things for two people who couldn't cook worth a damn. Higher were jars and jars of jerky for 'Breaker' and hidden behind those the occasional less than easy meal ingredient. Never too many, but sometimes it was worth the risk. "What oatmeal did you use?"
"Hmmm?" Braig asked, shamelessly watching as she climbed up on the shelves to root around behind the dried meat. "Oatmeal, you know, comes in packets? Measured them out and everything."
She laughed, the sound odd and a touch wild with her head in a cupboard that nearly brushed the ceiling. "That's what's wrong. That's instant creepy stuff, we've got steel cut back here for the cookies, I should have said that, I'm sorry!" Hah! Can procured she took a moment to wave it at him teasingly.
"Oatmeal is oatmeal babe," Braig smirked, knowing it wasn't from all of Dilan's fussing over meals, but it was fun to tweak people's tails.
Since she was already up on the counter she took a moment to fish out one of her high energy cubes, better than vitamins those, then sat down on the counter to stick her tongue out at him. "You'd make Dilan cry if he heard that."
"Nah, he'd just give me a look and ask me to leave the kitchen!" Braig admitted, swirling the stuff in the bowl again. "Does this mean we have to start over?" Seemed like a waste of honey-oatmeal-fruit glop!
"Yeeeeeah I'm pretty sure that will just bake into hot mud."
"Tasty hot mud," he teased, lifting the spoon to sample it himself. Hmmm, missing just a touch of...cinnamon? Yeah, that did it! Now it was tasty glop. "Ever sit and eat the cookie dough when you were a kid?"
"That is not dough!" she laughed. "Hard to snitch bits when it would just slip off your fingers..."
"Oh, I don't know," he grinned and scooped up a fingerful before advancing on her position. "Here, it's being perfectly, safely dough like! Seeeeee?" Watch it slowly drip toward her! Driiiiip with that odd, slow horror only honey could provide!
"Hey! Watch it...noooooo!" she laughed and batted at his hand, making the glop...fly. Across her hand, across his shirt, his face, the counter. Ummm. "...I'm not sorry?" In fact she was giggling at the startled look on Braig fast. Giggling hard enough that she had to slump against the fridge to stay upright!
Braig blinked, slowly, then lifted his hand to wipe away the smear that landed near his eye. "You know this means war, right?" And just like that he swept forward to dab her nose with said smear. Hah! Point to him! she was cute when she was reeling in shock. Or trying to stare at the end of her nose. No time to ponder that though, he needed to rearm!
"Oh no you don't!" she laughed, bopping her nutrient cube wrapper off his head before jumping off the counter. "You do not get the bowl!" He was totally going to beat her there.
Yes, yes he was. And he was going to get a whole handful of goo! He didn't take the whole bowl because, well, where would the fun in that be? "You're too slow!" he laughed, flicking gobbets at her as she danced past him to grab her own handful. "You're lucky this is just goo!"
"Hahaha Mr. Deadeye!" she ducked, trying to avoid a gobbet and succeeding in getting it...in her hair. Well, honey was good for hair, right? Totally. Time to grab her own handful and lob most of it over her shoulder at him! There were advantages to having a very small kitchen sometimes. She was rewarded with a coughing splutter. Point to her!
Fair play was for losers. After that handful Braig grabbed the collar of her shirt and dumped a good half of his ammo down her back. He was glad the initial flailing elbow went wide as she danced away from the cold slime. Not like she could escape it though! He smirked and leaned back against the stove, licking a finger. Yeah, that was game obviously. He hadn't had even a mild food fight since...well, had he really ever had one? Maybe in school when Dilan was studying through a lunch? It was a lot of fun honestly and he hadn't smiled this much since Dilan left! "I'll let you hit the shower first babe."
"You think it's over?" She hissed in mock-fury. The mix felt creepy as hell as it inched down her spin and she kept bending her shoulders back trying to shake the feeling but...no, that was not how it ended! It ended with her grabbing the spoon from the bowl and enacting the age old tradition of catapult warfare!
Well...that'd teach him to make a gentlemanly offer huh? He grabbed the nearest plate from the cupboard, using it as a shield, and laughed as he peeked over the top at her. Splat. Splattasplatsplat. Wow, she was figuring out the rapid reload there. Too much longer and there wouldn't be anything left in the bowl for him to steal! Bullrush time! With a laugh he lunged, plate first, and chased her in a small circle as she tried to keep tossing goo at him.
Nothing doing.
He inched a hand around his plate, catching her around the waist and pressing his goop covered shield against her chest. Now they were even and...
...with a giggle Aya dumped her last spoonful directly on top of Braig's head. He'd come close enough, she'd been plastered, why not?
That was...goo in his hair. "Evil woman!" he laughed, unsure if he wanted to let go of her or the plate to scrape gunk out of his ponytail. Hmmm, that decision was getting just a little too hard wasn't it? Right. With a sigh he...ducked forward to lick the goo off her nose then released her to sashay away. "My shower then!" A cold shower was good for honey right? Totally.
Granted, without Braig holding it in place the plate dropped to the ground with a loud crack, but Aya was too busy grinning and wiping her nose to care. Cleanup, shower, then real cookies for Dilan. They could do that.
