Fun and Games

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[A certain someone can be found, yet again, in the kitchen. She seems to be cooking again. Why? Well, because she can.]

[... Or is she really cooking?]

[She's leaning over a rather... large pot. It looks more like a bathtub in size, and not one of those dinky things you bathe a three-year-old in. This thing could fit two of Lexaeus. Comfortably. On top of that, it's filled with home-made whipped cream.]

[Big baking project?]

Hmm... That should be enough.

[[OOC: please excuse my posting so much with her. B) This is too fun to pass up.]]

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[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[...oh dear. Seems that someone's decided to step into the kitchen again.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[By then she's checking on something in the oven, pretending not to notice you're here~]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[Oh Kairi. 8| He'll prop himself up against the counter.]

What are you doing this time?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

Baking!

[Almost done! She stands up and goes to the side of the whipped cream tub, looking in.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Baking, huh? And what's with the tub?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

Whipped cream.

[sticks her finger in it. nomnom.]

Mmm~

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Right.

[eyeroll]

Why would you even need that much?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

You'll find out~

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Heh.

[aaand looking away for a moment]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[...Who needs that much whipped cream?]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Nobody!Kairi says don't question her motives. B|]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[He wasn't questioning. He was wondering. There's a difference.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Oh, right. Voice. Well, she's going to go over here to the fridge and get a drink. If you say nothing, she won't bother you~]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[For now he'll just watch. Silence is fine by him~]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[gets that drink, then goes and leans on the side of the tub, smirking to herself.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[glances up at him.]

Can I help you, big guy?

[summer_poprocks]

Enough?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Oh, fff, shit. Hi there Roxas.]

Mhmm! Enough for a playful little game.

[summer_poprocks]

What kind of game?

[spots the giant tub of whipped cream, his eyes going huge]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

A game with a Riku I know.

[summer_poprocks]

Is it a secret?

[heads over to the fridge]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

Not if you don't tell on me.

[summer_poprocks]

[that makes him blink]

So if I do tell, it is a secret?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

Well if you told, it wouldn't be a secret anymore.