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 Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:13 am
 Beatrice had spent the last several weeks helping her housemates clean the house after the holidays. The pine needles were finally swept away, the dishes washed, and the pantry re-stocked. Having spent so much time at home, seeing the same walls, doing chores, Beatrice was desperate to get out of the house and do something, anything that wasn't cleaning. Most importantly, she wanted to see some friendly faces. There were some that she hadn't seen in ages--like Ben--and some she'd seen more recently, like Karamela. I wonder if she'll be in the shop today. Bea found herself hungry. In the back of her mind, she would prefer something salty or savory, but thinking about Karamela made her change her mind. Thinking about Karamela turned her disturbing cravings into cravings for something soft and sweet, like meringue or cake. And now she really wanted some. She knew it was a terrible thing to impose, even if every foody she had ever met insisted that it was no imposition. Nonetheless...some old habits died hard. Bea always felt the urge to be polite. Probably something to do with her ancestry, she decided.
The shop was always open, no matter what time of day or night. It was midmorning at this point--friends would probably be far more likely to be around at this time of day. Just to make sure, Bea made a b-line for the kitchen. Just in case Karamela had had the same idea.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 9:39 am
 Even as the rush of the holidays were now over and gone, Karamela was still busy as ever in the kitchen. Holiday leftovers and other such things had given this nutty cook so many different inspirations and she was itching to try and make as many as she could... there were always so many others around that her food wasn't going to waste. She had figured out, after her meeting with Bea, that she had to go about presenting her foods in a different light as to not make others nervous to try them... though that didn't change the fact that she still lived for the oddities. "Hmmm.. Bea. I haven't seen her in so long it seems." she mused to herself while stirring up a batter. "I think I shall make something honey-ish when I am done with this cake." She smiled at the thought, getting carried away by different recipes and ideas rolling through her mind now.
Though quite distracted in her mixing and plotting of recipes, the sounds of stirring outside the kitchen caught her attention, giving a puzzled mrrr as her head turned towards the door. "Hmmmm.. I could have sworn today would be a quieter day.." Now waiting and watching to see who could possibly be about right now.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 10:04 am
The sound of someone in the kitchen was a comforting one indeed. When Bea poked her head in, a smile spread across her face. "Karamela! I was just wondering when I'd see you again." She stepped fully into the kitchen and looked around. It looked like Karamela had the same idea as so many others these days: new and inventive things to do with leftovers. She was used to Citrine's ideas and could practically recite them by heart now. But Karamela...she found herself intrigued by what her new friend might do with the same sorts of food. Iron Chef: Leftover Turkey! I wonder if I ever introduced them to each other if they'd become best of friends or if they'd become hated rivals. She decided not to, for now. Jealousy, perhaps? She wasn't sure.
"So, what are you making, and how can I help?" There was that old politeness thing. She just couldn't help it. "That is, if you'd like help, I'm willing to give it." Mostly true. Help meant that the food was better and that the food was done faster, and she certainly wanted that to happen.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 3:02 am
As the door slowly opened, that sweet and adorable face of Bea peeking in, well it thrilled Karamela indeed. The expression on her face was pure joy, though you could swear you'd see a hint of mischief as well. Bea's voice was like a sweet song to her ears, and though they had only met once before, she wasted no time in stopping what she was doing to walk over and scoop the darling up in a grand hug. "My tasty little treat! I was just thinking of you as well." After a few moments, with a hint of hesitation, she slowly left the little vampire go from her grip. Blue eyes roved over the adorable face and body, of course, promptly returning to her face. She was more precious than the chef had remembered. This little lady was her first and only distraction that had gotten to her, and she was more than willing to be distracted so. She could see that there was some sort of thinking process going on, but though she craved to pry as much as she craved food, she decided just having the company would be the more delectable thing.
"Ah! I am only making a simple cake for the moment. One would think that chocolates and peppermints would be gone so quickly before the holiday's ending, but alas there was too much and I couldn't bare to let it go to waste." Her offer to help was too cute and she was more than happy to accept.. if only for keeping the adorable little lady's company. "Well I am mixing the batter you could do me the favor of crushing up the candy canes right there in the bag... if you wouldn't mind that is, my treat." Turning back to the batter, the smooth mixture was ready for the pan. "You know.. I was just thinking about making a honey cake.. just because I thought of you. I'd love your help with that when this is done... if you don't mind. I could even whip up something more to your tastes.. I wouldn't want my sweet tooth to be the death of you, sweety Bea." A playful laugh bubbled out from her as she scooped up the bowl of batter again, pouring it out into the round pans she had already prepped.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 11:46 am
Karamela's face lit up like a joyous flame when Bea walked in the door. She felt a fire of her own crackle a little. It was so good to see friends, especially after so long, and find that they held you in as high regard as you held them. Bea gladly reciprocated Karamela's hug, smiling warmly. "Good thing we both decided to come to the shop right now, or we'd burst from thinking about each other," she said jokingly. Amusement turned into curiosity, then bashfulness as her friend looked her over. That turned back into amusement. What? She can't look at her friend? Get your head out of the gutter, that's your father's job! "What, have I gained weight?" she asked jokingly. It didn't look as if Karamela had, but Bea wasn't sure. Not that she particularly cared. She liked Karamela's looks the way they were, warm like her namesake with blue eyes a sweeter, deeper shade than her own. She particularly loved Karamela's wings and their watermelon colors. There was something just plain glamorous about angelic wings, no doubt about that.
"I think I can manage crushing some candy canes," she said. She started opening drawers and digging around in them for a tool that could be used to crush with. A mallet perhaps, or even just a knife. The problem with a knife, of course, was that she would have to take the canes out of the bag to cut them up. She much preferred the mallet, even if it made more noise and looked like more of a mess. "I guess there's no accounting for taste--in my house, the candy canes are always gone fast. Sometimes there are arguments over which flavor we should get--Monty likes the chocolate mint kind, but everyone else either likes peppermint or fruit, except for the people who just don't care. Why does honey make you think of me?" She picked up a mallet and looked up at Karamela. "And I don't think your sweet tooth could ever hurt me."
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:15 pm
Unable to help but try and hold Bea in her arms a smidge more before she had felt she should let go, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Ah.. if she could right then, she'd just scoop her up and take her elsewhere, promptly shaking her head and blinking as she pondering where that thought had come from. All smiles as Bea's sweet voice swept over her, purring at the melodious sound. "So true, my darling Bea! It would have been like sticking scrambled eggs in the microwave to cook and not paying attention... I should know. I've done it before!", laughing at remembering the mess from that little experiment. Catching onto the bashfulness radiating off her eye candy, a quiet, amused chuckle came from her, shaking her head. "Not at all, my treat. You're just a little tastier looking than I remembered and my eyes couldn't help but soak you in." That was shameless of her, but it spilled out from her so quickly.. not that she'd regret it as long as Bea didn't turn tail and run away from her being so straightforward in voicing her thoughts.
With their attention on things on the counter, a steady smile stayed on the chef's face, glad to have someone so cute and willing to help her out. "That is just wonderful! Thank you, treat~" Her eyes followed as her adorable friend debated to herself, smiling at the choice of the mallet, fully approving with a grin. Another chuckle poured from her, shaking her head with a grin. "Seems like a great bunch to cook for then.. all willing to have at whatever?" Ears tweaking at the question, almost disappointed for a moment before just shaking her head, her smile softer than before. "Do not worry your pretty little head over it. It was just from before." Giving a nod as she prepped the cake pan before pouring the batter into it slowly, that grin returning. "We will see..." her thoughts wandering in a different direction... scolding herself for but a moment on them.[[I'm so sorry it took me so long Dl It's been a little crazy and I derped on checking for a reply orz
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 10:44 am
Bea couldn't help but blush again. God thing her fur and coloration covered it! She covered it with a giggle. "I didn't know you could scramble eggs in the microwave! I did try to hardboil an egg in the microwave once, though. That had an...interesting...ending." She smiled fondly at the memory. "I did learn something from the experience, though, and I've never forgotten it since then." She set the candy canes in their bag on a cutting board and started to gently, but firmly, rap the hammer against them, taking her time so as not to be loud. She didn't want to be scolded for making a mess or potentially breaking the cutting board.
Bea sneaked another glance at Karamela, admiring her in return. There was something not quite sweet, not quite spicy about her. Something warm and sweet, but not so sweet as to be innocent. Something more like...something. Something she couldn't name. But there was something she liked very much indeed about her. She wanted to know what that was.
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