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 Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 3:13 pm
 Barley Pop sneaked down to the kitchen early in the morning. Today was a very special day and she been planning this for a week now. She was going to make breakfast for her mama! Looking around, the young filly started pulling out ingredients, and while drinks seem to be her affinity, she was sure she could make a simple and tasty breakfast all by herself while being as quiet as possible.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 3:21 pm
 Country Kitchen, affectionately known as Kit, snuck past his mama's room and towards the kitchen. He couldn't wait to surprise his Maw with a big ol'breakfast! And he would do it all by himself today! She would be so proud! He had been studying her baking and reading recipes just for the occation! He pushed open the door ready to begin his preperations......when he ran smack dab into his sister. "Ooof!! Barley! What are ya doin here?" he whispered to her. What was Barley doing in the kitchen, she didn't cook! She made drinks. "Look I'm gonna make Maw breakfast. Just getcher drink or whatever and go back to bed."
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 3:33 pm
Barley let out a yelp and turned to see who it was. Oh no! What was Kit doing up?! Was he now cooking in his dam sleep? She glared, squaring herself up to block him from the kitchen, where all the ingredients she had been pulling out were. "Nu uh, you are not...! I am making mama breakfast!" She whispered back. "I was here first, so you get your rump back to bed. I am very very busy, so shoo"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 3:42 pm
Kit was surprised at first when his sister blocked his path into the kitchen, then mad. They all lived with their mother, considering their father was something of a vagabond. Their mother always said he was merely a traveling admirer of the world. But Kit kinda didn't buy that.
But this was not happening! Barley couldn't cook! She would just mess things up. Being from a draft horse stock he was naturally bigger than normal phoals. He puffed himself up and pushed back against her.
"Nu uh! I'm the cook in this here family other than maw! You only make those weird drinks!" he whispered as he pushed agianst her. "I'm makin her breakfast! A real breakfast, not a liquid one!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 3:57 pm
Draft stock or not, she wasn't about to let him push her about, with a huff, she pushed back. She had every right to the kitchen just as much as Kit and she had been here first! She blushed furiously at her drinks being called weird. They weren't weird! Okay, they didn't taste right just yet, but they were not weird!
"Nu uh! Just 'cause I like to make drinks don't mean I can't cook!" She hushed back at him. "I am not making a liquid breakfast, am making a proper one and you gonna go away cause I was here first! Mama don't need to eat all that fry up grease dis early in the mornin', you dolt! Now go away!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 4:08 pm
"You can't even cook a biscuit right!" he growled as he continued to push back against her. Finally he made enough headroom to push past her and galloped to one side of the large kitchen their mother used at home. He huffed and stamped his foot....then blinked before listening for his mother. He sighed as he didn't hear her wake and then glared at his sister.
"You can't make a proper breakfast. I bet ya don't even know what one is!" he flared his nostrils at her as she talked about fried food, "And not all my food is fried! I can't fry by myself! But I can use the oven! And I'm gonna make maw breakfast!" he snorted at her then went about getting his own ingredients to make maw a breakfast. "And mine's gonna be better than your breakfast!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 4:26 pm
Barley had to stop herself from stomping her hooves angrily and content herself with just glaring at her brother. For such a large kitchen and such small phonies, you'll think there would be enough space for them both to make their breakfast.
"You are such a horrible mean flea!" Her tail twisted in irritation. "I can too make a proper breakfast and be far better then yours!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 4:45 pm
There was no kitchen big enough for two phoals, at least in Kit's mind. This was his and his maw's place! Barley made drinks! He would show her he was the real cook amongst the siblings! Good thing Bight prefered ocean stuff over kitchen stuff.
"An yer an annoyin horsefly!" he stuck his tongue out at her. "An you don't even know what maw likes to eat for breakfast!"
He began getting out his ingrediants to make a good country breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, and grits. He also decided to make some biscuits on the side so he reached for the flour, which was also among Barley's ingredients.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:15 pm
"Mama will like it and that's all that matters!" She stuck out her tongue back at him.
Seeing her brother eyeing the flour, she pushed further to her side of the counter. She was making something very simple, just pancakes with syrup and cut up strawberries and berries. Coffee and orange juice on the side. A light breakfast that she could manage by herself and her mama would like it better then the heavy old thing of a meal her sibling was making. She was sure of it. Barley pulled out a bowl to start making the pancake mix.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:45 pm
Kit glowered at her but went about starting the majority of his breakfast. Thankfully Bon Bon had two stoves so he and Barley didn't have to use the same one. He was already getting his eggs and bacon frying when he realized the oven was ready for the biscuits.
So he reached over to grab the flour from his sister's ingredients. "Don't hog it all! I need some to make biscuits."
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:57 pm
Barley hit his grabby hooves with her spoon. Her side of things was a bit more messy, unused to working with such bulky items. "Shoo, I am not done!" She frowned and huffed, not ready to play nice with him. "You coulda at least say please, you horrible hog"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:07 pm
Kit almost yelled when he was hit with the spoon, glaring at his sister. Despite his want to yell at her he couldn't risk waking their maw up. This was suppose to be a surprise. He rubbed his hoof and reached for the flour again. Keeping an eye on the offending spoon.
"The only hog round here other than the bacon is you. Specially when you chug yer drinks," he pushed his nose up and snorted at her. "Now gimmie the flour! I'm makin biscuits!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:19 pm
She pulled the flour out of his reach again, starting to lose her temper for real now.
"Says the colt that gobbles his food up like its gonna disappeared on him!" She gave a full on glare back, and stomp a hoof down. "Not until ya say please, ya rude mutt! First ya interrupt my special breakfast for mama and then ya insult me and expect me to be nice."
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:29 pm
"You insulted my food first! And I don't gobble mah food!" he growled as he grabbed the flour and tried to pull it towards him. Now he was mad. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because he felt like Barley was takin his special spot as Mama's helper. He was the cook, her little baker buddy. He didn't want someone taking that away. Much less his sister.
"No! I didn interupt nothin! You ain't suppose to be in the kitchen!" he pulled hard when suddenly the flour gave and exploded, covering both of them. Of course he was mostly white but now his blue hair and brown spots were lighter with flour. He shook his head, puffing out flour.
"Now look what you did!!" he grabbed an egg and through it at her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:09 pm
"I did not! You insulted me first! You called my drinks weird!" She snarled back, grabbing the flour and pulling back. She was furious and knew exactly why. Kit was always pushing her out of the kitchen just cause she wasn't incline to cooking as strongly and she was fed up with it. Specially today!
"Yes, you did! The kitchen ain't yours, Kit!" She rolled back when the flour exploded and gave a groan, getting up. While only blotched white here and there, she would be hard pressed to tell which blotches where hers and which were flour now.
"What I did?! This is all your fault!" She grabbed a strawberry and threw it at her.
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