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 Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 7:29 pm
Her first attempt the realm of baking had been, well... passable. It was just a plain vanilla cake, after all, so there wasn't a great deal that she could have done wrong, especially not with the directions right in front of her. It had been a bit dry, maybe, but otherwise acceptable.
This... This was not acceptable. Aila frowned curiously at the cake, or perhaps pancake would be a more suited title. It was a pathetic-looking thing, only slightly taller than a poptart. The recipe wasn't even that much more complicated - it was a marbled cake rather than a single flavor. Maybe Mau's assistance had been more beneficial than she had thought? Maybe the recipe had a typo in it? Maybe there was a problem with the oven? Maybe Arceus hated marbled cake?
She sighed and cut a slice from the cooled pastry. It was horribly dense, but... it didn't look inedible? Not that she had any illusions of presenting the confectionery monstrosity to anyone, but she couldn't really call it a failure so long as it didn't kill upon contact with the stomach, right?
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 9:22 pm
Aila couldn't call it a failure, but someone else certainly could.
Nyx had been busy since her promotion, too busy, in fact, to bake. So when a notice came in her inbox about something that not only made her unhappy, but she did not want to do in the least, the Elite had chosen to make her way to the kitchen instead. She needed a cake. A cake would be the only way to get herself through what she had to do.
The scientist stopped and gaped at the kitchen entrance, glaring at the girl who was occupying space in the same area she wanted to be in. "What are you-" She started angrily, stepping forward only to see the monstrosity of a cake in front of Aila. "Wha- HA! WHAT DID YOU DO!" Nyx squealed and began laughing at the poor agent's flat cake.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 9:35 pm
It was painfully difficult to miss the scientist's approach, especially given the first thing she chose to comment on and the manner in which she did so. Aila frowned slightly but made no other response to what seemed quite similar to ridicule. "I'm not sure, actually," she responded frankly, glancing over the slip of paper onto which she had printed the recipe. She didn't remember skipping any steps, at least. "It smells all right, though. I don't suppose you want to try it? I wouldn't blame you if you don't. ...I don't really want to myself." But she couldn't just throw it away. That was an awful waste of ingredients, and if the cake was edible then it was only proper to eat it. Besides, the offer allowed her to at least raise the facade of having civil dealings with Nyx, despite the latter's continued and obvious dislike towards her - which she still didn't completely understand, but oh well.
...Maybe Fleur would eat it. Fleur would eat anything if there was enough ketchup on it.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 10:25 pm
Elite Agent Nyx grabbed up the slip of paper and chuckled. "Ha- Congratulations, you've made a brick." Amazing. The special recruit of Miss Nadja, the skilled thief, couldn't bake a cake. "There isn't any baking powder in this recipe." She snorted, infinitely amused at this fact.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 8:26 am
"Oh, is that what it was?" She reached for the recipe to check for herself - not that she had any reason to doubt Nyx's evaluation, seeing how it wasn't exactly a closely-guarded secret that the woman was talented with baking. "Hm... I'll keep that in mind, then. Thank you." She continued to steadfastly refuse any desire to properly retort to the obvious ridicule. Besides, she didn't need to know how to make a cake in order to disarm security systems or evade police officers.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 9:11 pm
Nyx could think one thing at least, but would never actually say it: Aila had gotten much more bearable since the first time they'd met. That, on top of the fact that the girl would never match her in science or in baking seemed to be slowly lowering her out of the range of being considered a threat. Much like when a cat grows tired of some poor prey that has stopped moving, the scientist seemed to be growing bored of teasing the other rocket for the moment.
It seemed though, that Nyx would not be able to put off her assigned duty as long as she'd hoped. "So." She sighed, "Seems like you've garnered yourself some attention." There was no real indication of if it was good or bad, but there was a hint of irritation in the scientist's voice.
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