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 Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:38 am
Before had practically drug Ofelia out of the dorms and towards the main building where the kitchen happened to reside. She was pleased to see he was super excited, she was excited too, and when the pair reached their destination the Sun Hunter glanced around to take in the sights and the stock. The new kitchens looked amazing, she couldn't help but admit it. It seemed like so long ago that everyone was in here, pounding away at everything and getting covered in horrible stuff she'd rather forget. Julie had been alive then, eating a strange pie, and then . . .well, thinking of Julie would not help right now.
Right now Ofelia wanted to bake and she wanted to see if this kitchen had everything she'd need in order to get it done right. "Clover, didja have any cake in specific ya wanna eat? ah can pretty much make any of 'em from scratch, 'cept maybe the German chocolate an' angel food. Gotta have special stuff fer that."
Her hair was released from its awkward braid/ponytail and pulled into a bun, the teen moving over to the sink to wash her hands. There were plenty of bowls if she needed to do some sifting, some other things as well, so in the end she could make a cake comfortably. Now if only to check if the ovens were gas or electric.
. . . .there were runic but holy hell maybe they'd work out somehow. Ofelia didn't wanna tell Before that stuff might go crazy. MaybeHuni Pi THE FASTEST WAY TO HEART IS THROUGH STOMACH, YES? XDDDD
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 4:10 am
As Before entered the rebuilt kitchen, he couldn't help but release his hold on Ofelia to simply bask in its presence. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the Misty was listening to a certain musical chorus as he stared and wandered around. He had to resist, strongly, the urge to rub his cheek along the surface. After all, it wasn't so long ago that this place was infested with Insanity creatures and quite possibly dead bodies. Still, the reverence he felt wasn't completely dampened by this realization.
The music seemed to swell in pitch and fervor when Ofelia made her own baking prowess clear. "I wish we had stuff for ganache but. Let's make a basic mousse cake, whaddya say?" he suggested, teal eyes widening in glee as they searched for the ingredients. "Next time we're given weekend leave, I'll let you know so I can make a supply run for the stuff you need!" OwO heart It wouldn't take a genius to note how excited and happy the Misty was. He hadn't felt this good in months.Rown NO, IT IS THROUGH THE RIBCAGE. I MEAN, YES
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 11:33 am
"Ah'll see what Ah can do. Mousse ya said?" Ofelia. . .had maybe made a mousse cake once or twice? She was going to have to do it by memory, considering she didn't see any wonderful things known as cookbooks floating around, but generally if you found an item you could sort of wing it from there and hope for the best. "Ya want chocolate or triple chocolate? There's a difference yanno, but mostly in how long it'll take us." A grin spread over the teen's face as she started to pull out bowls and other items that she'd need from the cupboard. Before kept looking so happy that it made her happy; she couldn't remember the last time she baked for someone. She often used to make apple pie for her brother, it was his favorite, but even the last time she'd been in a kitchen to do that was hard to recall.
Starting out was easy, she got everything put aside, and she tapped the side of her head in an effort to remember. Making a mousse cake was a lot like making a pudding, right? Well, any kind of cake to start with, so she turned the oven on and set it to heat up for something along the lines of 325˚. "Can ya get me some eggs outta the fridge? Ah need four'a 'em. Also, are ya willin' ta lend me a hand wit' a few parts? It'll make it go faster, an' the sooner we get the prep work done the sooner it can sit in the oven."
He looked just like a little kid, so happy and energetic, and Ofelia couldn't help but feel her grin lapse into a smile. She was pretty sure she was blushing too, if the warmth on her cheeks was any indication.Huni Pi Ofie says SURE PICK SOMMIN' WIT'OUT A RECIPE FINEEEEEE XDDDD
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 5:18 am
Before mulled over his options carefully in his head. Sure the kitchen was rebuilt and the pantry had been restocked but this was going to be their first ever cake made here and some tiny part of him wanted it to be extra special. Partly because he still needed to level up a ******** if he ever wanted Killzone to take his baked goods seriously.
"Hmmm, what say... we have a bake off?" he suggested, grinning from ear to ear at the one-eyed Sunny. When Ofelia began to prepare for her cake and asked him to hand her some of the ingredients, the Misty found himself walking to retrieve the items. "Like uh, well I can still totes get you the stuff you need but maaaaaybe we can have a taste testing thing after? So no more recipe sharing until we made our stuff, whaddya say?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder to wait for her reaction.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 12:08 pm
"A bake-off? Hah." Ofelia grinned, her hands taking the eggs and cracking two of them at a time. She needed to separate them, or so she recalled as best she could, and she held them in her hand for a moment before doing just that. "Ya think ya can beat me? Are we both makin' a mousse then, or do ya wanna have me make sommin' else an' we invite people in ta be judges?" The egg shell was crushed between her fingers and tossed into a nearby trash bin. The grin on her face hadn't faded. Her tone was teasing, friendly, and she held out her good hand that wasn't covered in yolk and what hopefully was flour. "Yer on. Who we gonna get ta be the judges afterward, or are we jus' gonna eat one 'nother's stuff an' pretend it tastes bad?"
Man that sounded. . . . kinda fun, actually. Ofelia couldn't remember the last time she had someone challenge her in the kitchen over anything; her brother and aunt always left the cooking and baking to her since she couldn't do much else. If they were going to bake the same things though then she was SOL if Before had a card that told a recipe - all of her things would come from memory. Unless, of course, he let her change to something else. That case would see her switching over to a pie or something similar. Southern people loved the ********> outta pies.Huni Pi Sorry for my delay as well ;;;; trying to get things together for my birthday!
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 4:34 am
Before pursed his lips in thought, the idea of faking his reaction to how good or bad Ofelia's dish never crossed his mind. Mostly because while they got off to a rocky start on that mission to Alaska, Ofelia ended up proving to the Misty that she was someone who would be relevant to him. "Hmmmm, getting a partial surprise judge totes sounds the best. And as for what we make... how's about we each make two things? One mousse and one ********> he suggested, knowing how it wouldn't seem fair for him to insist on both dishes. Besides, this would let him scope out his competition, in a manner of speaking.
He already had to keep an eye out for George he might as well know who else would be a contender for Killzone's apprenticeship (that said Life Hunter had never promised existed).
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 9:53 am
"Sounds good ta me. Should we do it back ta back so the other person doesn't know what we're makin' or jus' go wit' it?" Ofelia already had an idea of what else she could make, she just hoped they had whatever it was she needed inside the kitchen. The prep for the mousse was well under way and she was glad she didn't need to stop, and her brain was running down a list of options as to what came next. Man this mousse was going to taste like crap, she was so glad there was the option of having a second thing come out.
But then again, why was she competeing in the first place? All Ofelia really wanted to do was make a cake for Before, like she'd promised; there wasn't any desire to compete against him in this sort of situation. Those thoughts quickly soured her mood but the teen did her best to keep upbeat, not really trying to act as though she was unhappy with the contest that she had agreed to. "Lemme know if ya need help though - even in a contest ya can still help out one'nother wit' stuff. The end result is all that matters, not the process. Right?" Ofelia sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that but whatever, it was time to move along.
She was going to make a pie. Bitches loved pies.Huni Pi GAAAH sorry for taking so long to respond q____q
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 5:24 pm
"Y'know, the idea of baking back-to-back sounded like something out of an action movie. But instead of fending of punches and kicks, we're beating eggs and whipping cream. It'd be awesome," *w* a starry-eyed Before sighed dreamily, then he sobered up. "But it'd be kinda like a pain the a** for both of us iffin' we don't got our own work stations. Mmmmmaybe next time, when we ain't having a competition we should totes bake back-to-back and get it filmed or something!" 8DDDDD
But for now, the Misty began to gather his ingredients and place them on a work area two stations away. "This is prolly far enough!" he called out. "We get two hours to finish both, k?" he grinned, feeling like they were on a cooking competition reality show.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:56 am
Before had somehow gotten the wrong idea entirely about what she meant by back-to-back; Ofelia's idea basically meant they didn't peek at what the other was doing, not actually leaning against one another. Ah well, the way he misunderstood was. . . .somewhat cute?
. . . .did Ofelia just think something Before had done was. . . cute? Impossible.
You did. Ofelia shook her head. I'm sitting on your brain, you can't lie to me. Anyway, just get this s**t done so we can do something else. I'm bored. Rue's voice was a bit hoarse, maybe it was because for the time up to this point Ofelia had been properly been ignoring her. A first, sure, an amazing first.
"Sounds like we got a plan. Jus' make sure ya can back up yer words wit'cher bakin' or else yer gonna get left in the dust." If there was one thing Ofelia was confident in, it was her kitchen skills. She didn't talk about it because most people just assumed, from looking at her, that she could burn water. The only way Ofelia would ever burn water was if she somehow wasn't paying attention. As Before moved away from her and got started she frowned, trying to hide her disappointment about not getting to work side by side.
"Sure, looks good?" Darn it, baking was supposed to make her happy but now she was just being all emotional. She blamed it on her lack of sugar, lack of sleep, and need to totally kick his a** at baking something. "Ah dun need two hours, but if ya feel ya do take it. Ah can take ya down in less than an hour an'a half."
Thems were fightin' words.Huni Pi any idea who'd you like the "judges" to be? <3
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 6:37 am
"The only dust I'll be kicking up is powdered sugar, sugar," Before shot back with a comical wiggling of his non-existent eyebrows. Trash-talking wasn't his strong suit, and neither was sweet talking it seemed but he was trying. All in the name of friendly competition! Besides, this was one of the very, very, very few things Before was actually half-way decent at! Heck, he might even say he was good at it! "And 'sides, baking is an art form that you rush at your own peril~" he grinned from his work station.
Meanwhile, Vanna was rolling her eyes at the ridiculous display between her partner and the Sun Hunter. On the one spike, it was good to see Before happy and excited. Genuinely happy and excited, not forced nor a crude attempt at feigning happiness. She was starting to forget what it was like to see him this way. On the other spike, what if he had begun to feel more and more comfortable with the other Trainees so much he'd start to admire the other weapons?
Whoa, whoa, Vanna, chill! You don't gotta worry, you're totes my number one partner for, like, ever! Before mentally shushed as he went about cracking eggs and creaming butter.Rown We can three people? One that's Ofie's friend, one that's Before's friend, and maybe Killzone if we can convince liz *w*
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 7:57 am
". . . . .whatever ya say, honey." It felt weird and forced to say that, Ofelia wasn't good at anything either, but she was so glad that Before couldn't see that her cheeks had turned as red as her hair. It really had to be the whole bridge thing she thought she knew about, the whole 'kindness confused for affection' sort of thing, and she bit the inside of her cheek as she started into peeling apples for a pie (yay, there were apples after all!). She could have used pears too, if she wanted, but apples would work just fine.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think blood is an active ingrediant in any form of pie. Rue's sarcastic drawl interested in Ofelia's mind and the teen blanked, confused. You've cut your hand open, retarded hick. You're getting blood everywhere. Ofelia glanced down at her table and was surprised to see that yeah, somehow and somewhere along the way, she'd managed to nick a nice gash along the base of her fingers. why hadn't she felt that? Retards don't feel pain, it's sort of like nature's way of allowing them to die in bliss.
That did not sound comforting. " . . . .Do ya...got any bandaids over there? Or sommin'?" Cutting one's hand in the kitchen was a form of weakness. Ofelia's bake-fu was low, she needed to step up her game. "Wait, never mind. Jus' dun worry, focus on yer stuff." why was it that cuts only stung after you realized you had one?
Yup. Bake-fu. The way of totally trying to distract herself with baking.Huni Pi Sounds good to me! when we get there, we'll get there! eheheheh
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:05 am
Before had decided to make cookies to go with the mousse and was waffling between making it chocolate chip or chunky chocolate chip when he heard Ofelia ask for a band-aid. Ridges formed when Before's missing brows knitted together as he turned his attention from the bowl of batter towards Ofelia. "Whaddya mean "band-aid"? Like cooking band-aid? Or the real-deal band-aid?" whether or not a cooking band-aid existed was beside the point.
Setting down the wooden spoon onto the counter, the Misty abandoned his work station to see why the Sunny would want one in the first place. He wasn't there to spy on her! Nope, nope! Before was confident enough in his skills that he wouldn't need to.
And then he saw blood. emotion_0A0 emotion_0A0 emotion_0A0 "WHAT HAPPENED?!" he gasped, practically stumbling on his own two feet as he rushed towards her to inspect her injury.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:13 am
Nooo, why was he coming over.
Bad Before, no pie for you.
"Geh." Ofelia pulled her hand away and placed it behind her back, the sting of apple juice on the wound forcing her eye to wince. She was being childish and she stepped in front of what she was making, not that it mattered because well it was apple pie and there were apples, but she turned her head away. "Ah jus' got careless peelin' an apple. Happens ta the best'a us sometimes, yanno?"
Rue snickered.
"Anyway, Ah'll be okay so dun worry. Ya said ya'd beat me, right? If ya leave yer batter sittin' too long wit'out addin' stuff in it'll get all kinds'a chunky an' ya won' be able ta work wit' it." Oh God Ofelia hoped he bought that bullshit that she was just pulling out of thin air left and right. It was partly true for her, apples left in open air would brown and lose their crisp crunch, but Before looked really concerned and had nearly fallen to get here and dammit she wanted to make a pie.
Well, more specifically she'd wanted to just make something for him to keep her promise and rawr she was tired. and her hand stung. "Okay, see. There's nothin' wrong." Ofelia pulled her hand from behind her back and got a good look at the cut for the first time. Her eye went wide as well, both eyebrows raising themselves neatly into her hair line. "Okay, Ah gotta say Ah'm kinda impressed mah fingers are still on mah hand."
Rue snickered a bit more.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:27 am
There was something to be said about lacking eyebrows in that it gave any attempt at being serious a huge boost. The grim look of disapproval on Before was further enhanced thanks to his missing hair and hopefully gave the distinct impression that he was not buying whatever Ofelia was selling. He folded his arms across his chest, not the least bit perturbed by the fact he had to look up to meet the Sunny's eyes. Eye. Eye and eye patch, oh you know what he means!
He remained standing there. Just staring at her until she finally showed him her hand and holy ******** s**t. "That. That looks real bad. Like, not just real bad. Totes ******** nasty bad!" He dug through his pocket, trying to see if he had a handkerchief on hand and came up short. Fuuuuuu- and he remembered that she had used her bandages on him. One hand rose to undo his scarf while he outstretched the other towards Ofelia, palm up as if waiting for her to place her hand in his.
he frowned.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:38 am
Ofelia turned her head away again as she held her hand out towards Before, the color of her cheeks still a rose red against their normally tan skin. She was tapping her foot, not really knowing why, but the whole 'okay here take care of me bit' was for some reason making her nervous and her apples were getting brown and she felt bad as soon as before said he didn't want to have a bake-off anymore. "Ehhh?! But ya were so excited 'bout havin' the kitchen, jus' cause Ah cut mahself doesn' mean ya gotta stop. It's mah fault an' Ah'd feel horrible ta have ya not finish yer baked goods on account'a mah stupidity." She had to turn to look at him again though to make sure her hand properly was in his, and Ofelia had to stifled a little bit of laughter when she remembered that she had a few inches in height on him, even with her flip flops on.
Still, he was now offering to take care of her injury and was even feeling like he'd give up his stuff on her behalf so Ofelia had to at least show she was thankful for that. " . . . . 'm sorry."
Before probably didn't know it, but getting an apology from Ofelia when she actually felt bad about something was about as rare as getting a horse to fly. Today really was a day of weird firsts. "Ah jus' . . . .really wanted ta make a pie fer ya, since Ah promised an' since last time we were tagether Ah caused ya nothin' but grief." She paused. "Ah'm also...uh...really hella competitive." Phew, maybe that sort of made her seem less like a weird person. Right?
Right?!
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