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

[allconsumed]

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

[teratias]

....Actually I kind of figured you'd give me a black eye if something went wrong.

[Waver pauses so he can grab another spoon, and he dips a little bit of the tip in the frosting. He then holds the same spoon outwards, offering it.]

[allconsumed]

Failing is part of learning.

[That doesn't confirm or deny what she would have done, but whatever. She waves away the spoon.]

It's pointless. I won't be able to taste it.

[teratias]

--Wait, what? [Waver pauses, then clarifies.]

The second part, I mean. You have no sense of taste?

[He's genuinely suprised, but moreover, he's trying to make sure the tone is mildly curious not...nosey as hell.]

[allconsumed]

That's right.

[Nosy or not, she isn't obligated to go into detail. As it relates to cooking, though, she doesn't mind sharing a little.]

For a recipe like this – one that I already know is good – it isn't an obstacle. It is if I want to experiment, though. Also if I'm working with something foreign, like that pumpkin juice I wanted you to try on the island, then I'm mostly out of luck.

[teratias]

....Oh.

[He looks well and truly embarrassed now. The pumpkin juice...honestly. He thought he was going to be poisoned. Now Waver just feels like an asshole.]

Sorry. About the pumpkin juice I mean. I...I didn't know, and wasn't sure if you were trying to do something mean to me. It's stupid now that I say it outloud.

[allconsumed]

[She gives him a genuinely kind smile, which… might be a first?]

It's fine. You didn't have any reason to trust me, and it takes a lot more than that for me to get offended.

[teratias]

Okay but, still. I'm sorry.

[For all that he's being sheepish, that smile does make Waver feel that he's accomplished something. Something good, even.]

[allconsumed]

You don't have to say it twice.

[OK, that was fun for a second. Now she's back to being impatient.]

It should be cool enough for the frosting now.

[teratias]

[Waver's not sure if he's relieved by the return to normal or unnerved. Either way, he marches the frosting over to where the cake is, and places the bowl down.]

Is this gonna be a layer cake, or just one layer with the frosting?

[allconsumed]

One layer. I wanted to keep it simple.

Plus, we wouldn't want Magilou getting fat, would we?

[teratias]

One layer. And I'll agree, but she'd probably deck us for even taking that into consideration.

Is there some kind of fancy plate or cake stand around?

[allconsumed]

That's why I'm saying it when she's not around. I would hate to hurt her feelings.

[Quite untrue, and Velvet's tone makes that obvious.]

Anyway, sorry. I only have regular plates, but I can stay here and watch the cake if you want to run out and buy something else.

[teratias]

Uh-huh. I'd rather listen to you bicker with her than do it myself for once.

[As nice as it is.]

I'm not gonna worry about it then. Not when everything else is ready to go.

[allconsumed]

I wouldn't call it quality entertainment.

And I couldn't care less about presentation. The taste is what matters.

[teratias]

...Really? I kind of enjoy the dumb fights with her.

[Is he blushing? Well.

Maybe a little.]

Both are important!

[allconsumed]

[Velvet's head tilts a bit and her eyebrows slowly rise.]

… Masochist.

[teratias]

I am not!

[yes he is.]

It's like...a regular pattern of conversation. Reliable.

[allconsumed]

I guess if you wear a wet blanket for long enough it could start to feel comfortable.

[Her analogies are top tier.]

[teratias]

I am not a wet blanket!

[Waver glares, dips his finger in the frosting, and tries to flick it across at her!]

[allconsumed]

[Wow, he got it on her cheek. Nice. She wipes at the frosting with her fingers then checks them, almost like she can't believe he just did that.]

Don't act like a three-year-old.

[teratias]

So stop insulting me.

[Whatever. He's gonna just start moving the frosting onto the cake now.]

[allconsumed]

[She turns to wash her face and her hands in the sink.]

It must be tiring for you, taking everything so personally.

[teratias]

I don't.

[He does, who the fuck is he kidding?]

People just make fun of me a lot.

[allconsumed]

So I'll try to save mine for when you really deserve it, then.

["Try to."]

[teratias]

...I bet you can't go a week without failing!

[Waver no.]