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

[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.]

[allconsumed]

Oh really. What are you putting on the line?

[Honestly, challenging her isn't a bad route to go.]

[teratias]

What, satisfaction of proving me wrong isn't enough?

[allconsumed]

I might as well get something else out of it, too.

Besides, you're the one that ends up befitting either way.

[teratias]

Fine I'll....I'll make your food for a week!

*benefiting...... sigh

[allconsumed]

[Good choice.]

I accept. The same condition will apply to me.

I'll be expecting a variety of meals, Waver.

It's okey.

[teratias]

Good.

[Waver extends his hand immediately.]

We shake like gentlemen.

[allconsumed]

[Ooh, so official. Velvet shakes as firmly as one might expect.]

Fine, but I'm not a gentleman.

[Gentle or a man.]