it's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake

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Who: Velvet Crowe & Waver Velvet (aka The Victim)
Where: Floor 6, Room 1 of the apartment building
When: Day 178-ish
Open/Closed: Closed

[The kitchenette doesn't offer much counter space, but it shouldn't be an issue; Velvet has cooked with much worse conditions to contend with. She has most of the dry ingredients out and ready, along with the butter, which has been softening outside of the fridge. The oven is in the process of preheating, and Velvet has a nice shiny pan for them to use. It's all arranged rather neatly.

There's nothing left to prepare, so Velvet folds her arms and waits for The Victim to arrive. It ought to be an entertaining, and perhaps messy, afternoon.]

Comments

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Got it.

[The next part goes pretty fast. It's just mixing stuff together, just not in a lab. Waver is quiet as he works, all too concentrated on the work in front of him. When he does finish, he waves Velvet over.]

Okay, the whole batter's been brought together.

[And because the other topic still interests him:]

How long have you known our mutual pink friend?

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[It seems to her that this work suits him. Maybe she should take him on as her cooking apprentice.

Nah, kidding.]

Now it goes in the pan, then into the oven.

[She's still holding the pan in question, so she sets it down in front of him. To answer his question…]

I don't know. Around a year. [They were busy doing all sorts of nasty things. Velvet wasn't really keeping track of time.] Feels longer than that, though. I ran into her while breaking out of prison.

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[Waver can figure that he needs a good spoon or scraper, so he grabs one of the spatulas he sees sitting over on the counter. It's easy to scrape, at least.]

She...kinda has that effect, I guess. [He is not asking about prison. He is not he is not he is not...]

Was she helping with that or...?

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[A spatula should work, so she doesn't comment. She's pretty sure Magilou wouldn't care, but Velvet still hesitates, not wanting to get into details that are too sordid taking behind her back.]

It was coincidence. Ask her if you're curious.

[He won't actually, will he?]

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I...got it. It does seem pretty in character for her to be involved somehow.

[Waver has terrible taste in people, period.

He has also finished scraping out the bowl, and putting it all into the cake pan.]

There we go. That's all of it.

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True. She attracts all kinds of trouble.

[Like Velvet is one to talk.]

Stick it in the oven and then we can put the chocolate you brought to use for the icing.

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....That says a lot about us, doesn't it?

[Whatever, he's getting to that darn oven!]

There, it's in.

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[No comment.]

Alright. It should take about thirty minutes, but we'll check on it before that.

[She clears the counter save for a few select ingredients, then pulls out a cutting board and a good-sized knife.]

You'll need to chop the chocolate into pieces before you melt it. The smaller, the better. Don't cut yourself and get blood on my counter.

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Well the blood's dark, so you probably wouldn't notice it anyway.

[For once, he's straight faced. Is that an attempt at a joke?

Probably.]

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[A rough noise escapes her throat that only very vaguely sounds like a chuckle.]

I doubt Magilou would appreciate the extra flavor.

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[Was...that a laugh? Did he actually make her laugh!?]

She might not pick up on it...

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[No. She just had to cough!!]

You would risk that?

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.....No. I'd just be a jerk and make a joke about it.

[And hang his head in shame, like he's doing now.]

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She would just laugh about it, there's no need to be dramatic.

There's plenty of chocolate here if you screw up, and I can just wash the cutting board.

[Plus drinking blood is an element of her magic, but she doesn't mention that.]

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[Waver will just go with that fact, if and when he finds out. It isn't unheard of for him either.]

You just made it sound way more important, jerk!

[But fine. Fine, on to the next task.]

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I didn't think that that's how you'd react.

[She grabs the pot she used to boil water earlier, then pours a little more in and places it back on the burner.]

Once the chocolate is in small enough chunks, we put it in a heatproof bowl on top of this pot, then stir once it starts melting.

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Nngh.

[Waver sighs, and grabs a knife so he can start chopping away. He's careful as he goes, almost overly precise.]

Got it. So...how often have you made this recipe? It's impressive that you've got it committed to memory.

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[Being precise is fine, they're in no rush. She watches him chop for a few seconds.]

It's not that impressive. I don't usually make sweets, so I just made sure to be prepared. That's the most important thing when it comes to cooking. Following a recipe this closely isn't hard, and a more experienced baker would usually add personal touches.

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You really make it sound easy though, you know.

[Waver's precise as he goes, maybe overly so. Everything should be exactly the same in size!]

That's a compliment.

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[Overly so, yeah. She'll probably make fun of him about it in a second.]

I'm flattered. Turns out that you're pretty good at following instructions, too. That's not something you expect from most boys.

[They're the same age, but whatever, no fucks given.]

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...[Was that an insult or a compliment?! Probably both, but...fuck it. Waver's not gonna interrogate it.]

Thanks. The proof of it is gonna be in the cake though.

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[Actually, yeah. Both.]

If you've been as careful and meticulous the whole time as you are right now cutting that chocolate, then I wouldn't worry. Except we might be at this until midnight.

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If you want me to go faster, then just say so. [But okay. He's going faster. Happy?!]

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[Nope, never.]

I doubt you want to be here longer than necessary.

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...It did occur to me that you have to wait until a cake cools down in order to frost it, and that takes a while....

[He's here for the long haul!]