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 Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:06 pm
After gathering her supplies and a helper in the form of a reluctant Nate, Castille lead the way back to her home. Opening the door with her key, she pushed the door open with her foot, allowing it to swing to full capacity to let both of them and the bags they carried inside without catching on the doorknob. The front door opened to a staircase to the immediate right, and a sitting room/dining room to the left. An open hallway led to the kitchen, and Castille didn't pause before walking down this hallway, calling out "Hello?"
No one answered, and a note on the counter explained that her father and step-mom had gone to California. She frowned, putting the bags down and picking up the note to read further.
"Castille,
Family emergency with Savannah's dad. Caught a flight over to visit him. Will call later tonight with further details. You and Kaylee are in charge of the house. Please don't trash it.
Love, Dad"
Castille made a sound somewhere between a snort and a sigh. She stared at the note a little while longer, trying not to become too excited. While she was hoping everything would work out ok, any day that she didn't have to spend with her step-mother was a good one. She put down the note and started to unpack the ingredients, placing them in a line in the order that she was going to use them. Kaylee wasn't around at the moment wither, and after she emptied the bag she had carried in, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to her younger sister, asking when she would be home. The phone went on the counter, and her head disappeared into a cabinet below to search for a bowl.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:19 pm
Nathan followed her back to her house, hands in his pockets. He had bags hanging from his arms, carrying them leisurely since he was pretty sure nothing in them could be broken or damaged. And if it could, it would survive it. Maybe if he were carrying eggs he would be more aware of it, but it was wise not to take the risk.
He listened for a response as she called out to see if anyone was home. Usually there were people at his house, either his step family or his father and dog. He wished things were a bit more quiet around his place, so he could play loud, violent video games in peace, but he was getting used to it.
He watched her as she read the note, unable to tell if it was a good or bad thing written on it, then moved to help her with the ingredients. He could be almost helpful sometimes, though he didn't put too much thought into where he was putting anything on the counter, and she likely would have to move everything anyway so it found its proper home or was just more convenient.
"Everything okay?" he asked, watching her curiously. He was there for cookies, but he could do the friend thing, too.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:28 pm
Her voice floated from the cabinet "Yeah I am good. Actually pretty good. My step mom isn't going to be here for a couple days." She didn't like her, and didn't mind telling anyone that asked how she truly felt. Her face appeared from underneath the counter, and she set two bowls on the counter in front of her. "I'm not too fond of her." She passed next to Nate where the cookbooks were stashed, and picked her personal favorite "Baking For All Year"
She gave it to Nate with a smile, saying "Wanna read the recipe to me? Unless you want to mix things instead?"
She was curious to see which he would choose. While reading the recipe wouldn't be as interesting, it was just the sort of thing a person who was used to being lazy, or perhaps someone who wasn't too confident with baking would choose. Castille hoped he chose to actually participate. Somehow food tasted better when you helped make it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 5:21 pm
Nate was all for not liking step parents. He had one of his own, a step mother, as well as a step sister. They were actually rather nice, all told. Kyndall wanted to be a mother to him, he knew that, but she was not pushy about it and certainly didn't make him feel like he needed to hate her.
He was mostly just a jerk to her out of principle.
But then, he wasn't very nice to his blood father, either.
"Hey I know how that goes. I've got one too," He shrugged. He took the book and looked at it. Trusting him to read things exactly was a bit of a stretch, but he wanted the cookies to be good so he would have to decide if he was going to be a d**k or not.
"Maybe I should stir," he said, realizing he didn't know what some of the abbreviations meant and not wanting to look like a dipstick. Stirring was manual labor: he was good with manual labor. Oddly enough, he didn't consider not helping.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:10 pm
"Deal." She said, taking the book back and leaning against the counter while she searched for the recipe she wanted. She slid one bowl over to Nate, and then started measuring out the wet things like butter and vanilla. Once measured, she handed them to Nate to put in the bowl. She kept the bowl that had the dry ingredients in it.
"How come you don't like your stepmom?" she asked while staring at the measuring cup full of sugar. She wasn't sure what made her bring it up. It wasn't as if she wanted to really discuss Savannah. Maybe she just wanted comfort in knowing that she wasn't the only one who was stuck with someone that they didn't like.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:31 pm
Nate watched her curiously. He had never really been in the kitchen while food was being made, and he knew that baking was an exact science only from the food channel. He watched competitions and they always whined about being bad at baking even though they were great chefs.
He usually at food out the microwave when he fed himself, or he just went out for junk food.
"Uh. I dunno, I guess. I didn't really like my real mom, so why should I like a fake one? She's not my mom, anyway. She has her own kid, and now she and my dad are having one." He wrinkled his nose in distaste at the idea. The last thing he wanted was diaper duty.
It might be enough to make him move out, if anything would.
"How come you don't like yours?" he asked, as he poured the ingredients she handed him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:44 pm
She had moved from filling up Nate's bowl to filling her own. "You can stir that now." She said, opening the flour with a poof of white. From what Nate said, it wasn't that his step mom was mean or anything, he just didn't like having another person around. She wondered if he felt left out because his dad was having a kid with his step mom.
When he asked her, she measured flour, saying "I am pretty sure that she married my dad because she wants his money. And it is really hard to trust her when she has two kids by two different dads already." Not to mention how she treated Castille with some level of undeserved suspicion, as if the teenager was somehow trying to sabotage her relationship. Castille didn't understand why, she had given up on asking her dad not to see Savannah a long time ago, when she was much younger.
Castille shook her head, wondering why she even brought it up. This wasn't some therapy group, this was making cookies! A good thing!
"Ah whatever, she isn't here and your step mom isn't here, so it's all good." She smiled and dipped her finger into the flour mixture she had, flicking the white powder at Nate and giggling.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:14 pm
Nathan frowned, watching her as he stirred his bowl. He hadn't known much about her family before, so it was interesting to learn. Just knowing that they both had step parents changed things for him. He imagined that was how friends felt, when they had things in common.
It was pretty simple, this bonding thing.
But at least his step mother couldn't be using Tony for anything. He didn't have anything. Not much, anyway. Not worth throwing away a life for and getting hitched to him, or going through the hassle of a divorce.
"That's true, but still. Sucks that she's doing that. If I married someone for their money, I'd at least like them. You know, because you have to be with them, too, so might as well make that worth it, and get the cash." That whole idea of money can't buy happiness.
He grinned as she flicked him with the flour though.
"Oh, don't start something you can't finish." He lifted his bowl in warning.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:25 pm
"That's a good point. Though I'd rather be poor and happy than rich and not in love with the person I married. I also wouldn't just marry for money." she laughed, feeling like she and Nate were a little bit closer. They shared a less than ideal living situation.
His reaction to her flicking the flour was a lot tamer than she had thought it would be. Him lifting the bowl he had though made her shake her head vigorously. "That would so be a bad idea. You have the wet stuff! At least flour can come off easily."
That last part was actually a little more of a lie than she would like to admit. Flour had a way of sticking to clothing that only turned to paste when water was added. She knew she shouldn't, but her parents weren't coming home anytime soon...
So she flicked the flour again, bright eyes daring him to do more than threaten.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:29 am
Nathan nodded his head. He felt like he agreed, though it went against his character to do so. But it had never been about getting rich, per se, for him. He was just stealing from people because he could, living the kind of life he wanted to live. That was what made him happy, and he couldn't stand someone trying to change it, or use him. So he felt like everyone else should get that chance, too, in his way.
He was staring at her, though, not really thinking about any of that because she had started a food fight and was now trying to weasel her way out of it, which would not fly with the Senshi of Danger.
No one started a fight they couldn't finish, not with him!
She flicked him again and he grinned wickedly.
"Well, I did give you fair warning," he said, grabbing a spoon and using it as a lobbing device for the sticky mixture he had been working on. He scooped up a fair amount and turned on her, flinging it in her direction. He had to ration his supply for now, not going with an all out bowl dump just yet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:50 am
Castille flinched as the sticky mixture was flung at her, hitting her in the cheek. Her jaw dropped as she stared at Nate, who was grinning like a wicked little imp. He actually flung that at her. With a spoon no less!
Oh, it was ON.
Castille reached into her bowl while staring directly at Nate and his stupid-yet-adorable grin, gathering a small amount of flour in her hands and attempting to ball it up as much as possible. Suddenly moving quickly, she threw the mixture, aiming for the center of his forehead and giggling all the while. The kitchen was about to become a war zone that was going to be a pain to clean up later. But sacrifices must be made sometimes for victory!
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 9:30 am
Nathan was not powered up at the moment, but that did not make him any less dangerous, in context at least. She was poking the bear, and her second attack hit its mark in a poof of flour.
Blinking and coughing, he wiped his face, leaving long marks in the flour and pushing it around rather well, but not doing much to actually get it off his face. At least now he could see, however.
Something told him there were not going to be any cookies made today.
And he was okay with that.
"Alright, that's it. No holds barred."
He grabbed his bowl and lunged for her, tucking it against his body with one arm as he grabbed for her arm with his free hand, wanting to catch her and hold her so she couldn't escape. She was going to get a new hat, and he made that intention clear as he moved to over turn the bowl over her head.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 10:54 am
She squealed, an awfully girly sound that Castille instantly hated to make. He grabbed her hand, and she looked up at the bowl with a look of horror. He wouldn't. Oh god he wouldn't!
But he was going to! Castille tried to shove the bowl from her head, saying "You better not!" That was going to take forever to get out of her hair. He was stronger then her, and pushing the bowl was gaining nothing. So she reached for her bowl, tipping it and sending a cloud of flour up and she frantically grabbed for another handful of ammo to return fire with.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 11:09 am
Nathan would and easily could if she gave him half a chance. Her pushing and spilling some of the contents in the bowl saved her the brunt of the attack, and he took a lot of flour to the face, but he was not going to be deterred.
He moved and dumped the contents of the bowl on her head, laughing while he did it.
"You asked for it! I warned you!"
Had he warned her? He was not sure that sounded like him, but he was having fun now and he didn't really care about details. He was also not just being a brat for the sake of it, he was just legitimately having a food fight with a friend. The poor cookies would suffer for it, though.
Something in the back of his head told him he had never really expected to make cookies, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 12:16 pm
She yelled as the mixture covered her head, dripping down into her face and altogether making her feel very sticky. The items hadn't quite mixed completely, and she could sense small chunks of butter among the sticky grains of sugar. She glared at Nate through the muck, and scooped what she could out of her hair. She weighed the mix in her hand, judging how much damage it could do.
Yeah, cookies were not going to be a thing right now. Now was a time for revenge!
"Oh Nate you are so dead." She said, flinging her handful in Nate's direction. She followed it up with grasping the entire bowl, of flour and throwing it in the still relatively clean boy. If she was going to be sticky, he was going to be powdery. And neither of them were going to be clean.
The air was filled with white, and Castille laughed.
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