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]

[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.]

[teratias]

It's just a saying.

[Waver grins, a little too competitive.]

But first, let's finish this cake.

[allconsumed]

It's not like it matters. Whatever you want to call me, I keep my word.

The rest of the preparation is on you. I'm going to start cleaning up.

[teratias]

Got it.

[In the end, it translates to a cake with a layer of frosting that is almost too precise. Waver is someone whose magic demands attention to details, after all, so it only makes sense that the work is carried out in such a way.

But it also means he's not inclined to announce that he's done. He just walks over, grabbing a towel, and he looks for dishes to dry.]

[allconsumed]

[Based on what she's seen so far from his cooking technique, it doesn't surprise her one bit that the frosting ends up looking like that. She's not going to be snide about it, though, because she has a bet to win. All she gives him is a casual glance.]

Thanks.

[She's pretty much scrubbed and rinsed everything.]

So, now are you chomping at the bit to try baking something more elaborate? Thanks to my sister, I can make the best quiche you'll ever taste.

[teratias]

Do we have the ingredients though? Because quiche strikes me as something that might require an extra grocery shopping trip.

If that's the case, we ought to get going now.

[allconsumed]

[She likes the enthusiasm, but…]

I didn't mean now. Go on and get the witch her cake.

[teratias]

Well give me a shopping list, and I can pick everything up next time I see you. How's that?

[Wait.]

Crap, do you have a cake box or something for this thing?

[allconsumed]

[She shrugs, again having to stop herself from mockingly calling him something like "a good little assistant." She's halfway through jotting down the ingredients when he says the other thing, which causes her to stop briefly and make a face.]

… I didn't think about that. Damn.