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]

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.

[teratias]

[Waver frowns. Of course.]

Okay, what about a regular box and parchment paper we can put on the bottom? We can keep it on the plate, at least, and the parchment's just for safety.

[allconsumed]

That's inventive and all, but I don't keep random boxes around.

[She actually feels kind of bad.]

Just run to the store. The cake's not going anywhere, and you could get something nice.

[teratias]

Okay, I'll be back as fast as I can.

[Fast actually means in about 20 minutes, but Waver comes back with a bright blue box with white swirls on it. It doesn't look bad at all, and there's something else rattling around within.]

I picked up some sprinkles while I was at it.

[allconsumed]

Nice touch.

[Like Magilou needs more sugar, though?]

Hope you got the right size.

[teratias]

[To make a point, Waver walked over and hovered the box over the cake. It was just slightly bigger in order to fit the cake there.]

Yeah, we're fine.

[allconsumed]

I trusted you.

[When does the amount of sincerity in someone's voice go past the point that it sounds insincere instead to the discerning listener? Exhibit A.]

[teratias]

Well, it wasn't misplaced.

[Waver sniffs, and puts the box down on the counter. He then focuses on getting the sprinkles on the cake, carefully applying them to only the sides of the cake. It's a nice touch, if not...way too fiddly, in truth.]