Cooking with derps

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Why was he even doing this? It's not like he could actually bake...

Oh well. Here's Ven, in the kitchen, making quite a mess as he attempts to bake some cookies just to prove Vanitas wrong. Oddly, the only dough in there had little pink hearts printed on the cookies, which just made this more embarrassing.

But all he's got to do is put it on the tray, right? That can't be too hard... Right. Big globs of dough.]

This better work...

Comments

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ SILENTLY LEANING AGAINST THE DOORWAY WITH HIS ARMS CROSSED. Like a ninja. ]

1/2

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Right. So... the oven's preheating, cookies are on the tray. That seems right---

Something doesn't feel right.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

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[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

I can't be in the kitchen?

[ He walks in; is the packaging the dough came in still in sight anywhere? ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

I didn't say that. I just didn't think you'd be right there.

[Yeah. It's on the counter, says "Magic Heart Cookies."]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

You should pay more attention.

[ He wanders over to the counter, picking the packaging up between two fingers and turning his head towards the blond. ]

This counts as cheating, Ventus.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

It's not like I have eyes in the back of my head.

[... >c Gives him a look.]

How's it cheating? It's cookie dough.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

You don't need eyes to know something's there.

[ He's rolling his eyes under that helmet, yes he is. ]

You didn't make it. Though I guess I shouldn't be surprised that your cooking limits are pre-packaged things.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

I could make it from scratch if I wanted! I just couldn't find anything that'd work.

[or, in other words, he can't find a recipe]

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ BACK PAT. ]

Baking, huh?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[...oh. 'sup.]

Uh, well. Vanitas put me up to it.

[hero-intraining.livejournal.com]

And what are we up to?

[Says the Zack inspecting the cookie dough from over your shoulder.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

It's a long story.

[...headscratch.]

This guy named Vanitas is the reason why I'm doing this in the first place.

[hero-intraining.livejournal.com]

Never heard of him.

[...Pokes one of the cookies.]

Why do they have hearts on them?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Uh, well...they were the only kind left?

[hero-intraining.livejournal.com]

Why not make them from scratch?

[......Pokes one of the hearts on the cookies again.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Because I've never tried before? I don't even know where I'd start.

[hero-intraining.livejournal.com]

That's what cookbooks are for, right? Just do what the book says and you'll be making cookies on your own in no time.

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

[ grabs a glob of dough and pops it in his mouth ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

--Hey!

[Hello, tall stranger.]

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

This is some terrible cookie dough.

...[ Also ] What are you wearing?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

How's it bad? It tasted fine to me.

[sugar cookies with hearts. Not the same as chocolate chip, but better than nothing? Oh Ven.]

I'm wearing what I always do.

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

What's your home world like?

[ this won't do. Axel walks over to the fridge and pulls out a nicely refrigerated tub of fundraiser peanut-butter cookie dough ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Well...

[He pauses for a second. Where'd he get that dough? The fridge sure didn't have any when he looked, but maybe that was the DR playing tricks on him. Weird.]

Oh, right. There are a lot of mountains, surrounded by water, and there's this huge castle.

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

What's the castle called?

[ the DR fridge is magical to Axel ): Maybe he's secretly a wizard. Next time, see if he casts any conjuring spells.... ]

[ Anyway, he also takes out a jar of nutella and generously spoons some into his dough and mixes ]

[ and he's done. He spoons a bit and holds it out ] If your cookie dough tastes like crap, your cookies will taste like baked crap.