Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

After leaving a note for Cally to tell her to come up and find him when she gets up, Anders clanks his way up the stairs to the third floor, baking paraphernalia and cupcake makings in hand (well, in bags really). There's actually nobody in his common room for once, but he's not taking the chance on the huge audience that inevitably seems to congregate in there anyway.

Because there is cupcake baking about to happen here, and he doesn't feel like having his floormates witness his humiliation. Which of course means some of them will probably find their way up here.

Anders sets out all his ingredients, unpacks the brand new mixer, washes the mixing bowl and cupcake tins, and then settles in to stare at the baking directions for a while.

Maybe they'll make sense after a bit.

Comments

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair stopped by on his way downstairs and waved. "Hi Anders! Whatcha doing?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Blair! Hey, dude." Anders looked up from the cupcake box and waved back. "I'm, uh, making cupcakes. Or at least I will be. In theory. Eventually."

He grinned. "Alphonse's idea. Figured it'd be a little cheaper than buying 'em all the time. If they come out edible, that is."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair peered at his supplies. "Have you ever baked cupcakes before? Is it hard?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I have never baked a damn thing before in my life," replied Anders, eyeing the mixer with extreme trepidation. "So safe to say that for me, at least, it's gonna be hard this time."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair leaned against the counter and grinned. "You never know, maybe you'll discover that you have a secret talent for baking and then you'll grow up to be a world famous pastry chef who entertains kings with your mad pie skills!"

Or, Blair thought as he watched him stare at the mixer, you could fail miserably and possibly hurt yourself in the process. But he kept his thoughts to himself and just grinned.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor came out of his room to microwave a bowl of ramen. Seeing Anders, he smiled and waved with his free hand. "Hey, dude!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Vic! Hey, man." Anders waved at him with one of the two mixer blades he was now trying to snap into place. "Got your message about the video footage, and yeah, I'm definitely gonna have to take a look at that sometime."

NFB for a moment

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"I can arrange it for you, but I need your help with something. Do you think you can make it so the tape plays on all the dorm lobby TVs at the same time?"

Re: NFB for a moment

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Me?" Anders tapped the mixer blade against his lips in thought. "If you mean, like, me me, probably not, 'cause I couldn't even hook up my own TV. Bet the other two thirds of ABC DC could manage something, though.."

Re: NFB for a moment

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Um...you should probably wash that," Victor said, pointing at the mixer blade. "No offense, but CallynAnders flavored cupcakes aren't my thing."

He turned and saw Cally because somuchchronofluidityhereyikes! and jerked a thumb toward here. "Speaking of Cally, I'm gonna go ask her about that right now."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally wanders up, knowing full well where her boyfriend is making cupcakes.

She has their toaster in her hands. And she's smiling.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, coach." Anders grins over at her.

He's a little too preoccupied with measuring out the oil and water into the mixing bowl to notice the toaster, though.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Hey champ," Cally says, and sets down the toaster, and leaves the room, coming back a minute later with a bag of bread. "I think we need some quick fixes before the cupcakes are ready. So I'm gonna make some toast."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders nods absently and wonders why eggs don't come with some kind of pull-tab device. This cracking thing is way too difficult. "Good idea. Can't live on cupcakes, right? Might have some eggs left over when I'm done, too, if we wanna have those."

He hasn't yet realized, of course, that Cally actually plans on making the toast. Because he's too busy squinting at the eggshell and trying to figure out if there's some special angle or something he should be using to aim it at the edge of the bowl.

Okay, and he's also just learned that you really don't have to hit the egg that hard against the edge of the bowl to get its shell to crack. He sighs and stares at the egg yolk all over the counter and his hand. "Got any paper towels?"

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Vicor waved at Cally and smiled "Hey, Cally! Good to see you in your own body again!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Good to see me in my own body too," Cally says with a wink. "How're you doing?"

NFB

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"I'm doing great! Just making some raen," he said, pointing at the microwave. "Hey, I was wondering...is there any way ABC could set it up so a videotape plays on all of the dorm lobby TVs at once? I want to arrange a viewing of that tape I made of Belthazor."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip sticks his head in. "My finely trained senses tell me that something is being cooked. Or at least attempted to be cooked."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Pip." Anders waves at him with the mixer, which he fortunately hasn't yet stuck into the bowl. "Attempt is the right word here."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip grins. "Why am I somehow less than shocked. What are you attempting to make? And can I have some if I help?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It's just cupcakes from packaged cake mix." Anders forces a bright, confident smile. "How hard can it be, right? You're totally welcome to some anyway, and if I blow them up? I'll just go down to Jeff's and grab more."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

After the toaster explosion (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/484867.html?thread=23046147#t23046147), Anders sighs and goes back to his cupcake-making efforts. Everything is measured and in the bowl, and the mixer is plugged in and ready to go.

"Okay. Here we go," he says, clapping his hands and rubbing them together in some bizarre focusing ritual.

He grabs the mixer in both hands and takes a wide stance in front of the counter, staring into the bowl with fierce concentration.

He raises it in front of his face.

He thumbs the switch to the highest "On" setting.

He lowers it into the bowl.

Bits of egg, cake mix, oil, and water? Yeah, pretty much everywhere now.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally laughs and shakes her head.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders sighs and wipes a glob of oily cake mix off his face. "We might not want to count on having eggs for breakfast at this rate," he says as he dumps out the contents of the bowl and measures out a second set of cupcake ingredients.

Then, because he remembers he should preheat the oven, he turns it on.

To about 650 degrees, so it heats faster. It's just preheating anyway, right?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Champ?" Cally looks at the dial. "Ummm, you sure that's the right heat?"