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fandomhighdorms2009-08-18 02:37 am
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Second Floor Common Room, Early Tuesday Afternoon
Be afraid. Be very, very afraid. No, definitely more afraid than that. Well, if that's the best you can do, it'll have to be enough, but just remember you were warned.
Karla poked her head into the common room; an old, tattered book clutched in her hands. Good, Merlin wasn't here yet. Maybe he forgot. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he wouldn't come at all! There was one brief surge of hope before her shoulders slumped. No, Merlin would be here. He'd been far too excited at the idea to give it up at the last minute.
Clearly, the Darkness was not inclined to be merciful.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this. Actually, no, she was quite certain she didn't want to do this. But Merlin had asked and she had promised to help no matter what. In the future, there was a certain little witchling who would be much more careful about what she promised to who, that was for damn sure.
The kitchen--innocent, benign, not at all looking like it was about to harbor eldritch horrors--was probably the best place to begin assembling ingredients. First, Karla pulled out a bunch of mixing bowls and several pots and pans, including a pot easily big enough to serve as a respectable cauldron. Then she placed the book down on the counter, opened the cover, and coughed as dust, soot, and cobwebs flew off the pages and into her face.
The script was thin, faded and spidery; hard to make out and even harder to read. The ink had faded to a dull reddish-brown and the accompanying illustrations were sepia-toned. Karla puzzled over the text for a moment, flipping past several pages illustrating different kinds of knives, pausing a moment over detailed instructions on the proper way to slaughter a chicken, and, hey, was that an octopus tentacle in that image there?! Finally, though, she found the appropriate section of the book.
Cookies
Karla and Merlin were baking.
[Post is open as all common rooms are, but please no volunteering to help with the baking. Let our poor bakers muddle through on their own. It's totally character-building and a learning experience.]
Karla poked her head into the common room; an old, tattered book clutched in her hands. Good, Merlin wasn't here yet. Maybe he forgot. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he wouldn't come at all! There was one brief surge of hope before her shoulders slumped. No, Merlin would be here. He'd been far too excited at the idea to give it up at the last minute.
Clearly, the Darkness was not inclined to be merciful.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this. Actually, no, she was quite certain she didn't want to do this. But Merlin had asked and she had promised to help no matter what. In the future, there was a certain little witchling who would be much more careful about what she promised to who, that was for damn sure.
The kitchen--innocent, benign, not at all looking like it was about to harbor eldritch horrors--was probably the best place to begin assembling ingredients. First, Karla pulled out a bunch of mixing bowls and several pots and pans, including a pot easily big enough to serve as a respectable cauldron. Then she placed the book down on the counter, opened the cover, and coughed as dust, soot, and cobwebs flew off the pages and into her face.
The script was thin, faded and spidery; hard to make out and even harder to read. The ink had faded to a dull reddish-brown and the accompanying illustrations were sepia-toned. Karla puzzled over the text for a moment, flipping past several pages illustrating different kinds of knives, pausing a moment over detailed instructions on the proper way to slaughter a chicken, and, hey, was that an octopus tentacle in that image there?! Finally, though, she found the appropriate section of the book.
Cookies
Karla and Merlin were baking.
[Post is open as all common rooms are, but please no volunteering to help with the baking. Let our poor bakers muddle through on their own. It's totally character-building and a learning experience.]
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Though lord knows how.
"Powder sounds awfully dirty..."
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She held out the boxes for Merlin to pick one, then left one hovering in the air so she could smack herself on the forehead. "I know why there are two!" she exclaimed. "The soda is used in the actual ingredients, the powder goes on the sheet. Whenever our cook used to bake, she'd sprinkle a bit of powder over the pan. It kept things from sticking."
Karla looked incredibly pleased with herself for having figured that out on her own.
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"Well that certainly makes more sense."
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"I thought so," Karla said smugly. "I think that's it for ingredients. Shall we start combining them now?" She hopped down to the ground and started flipping through the ancient recipe book. "I doubt any of these have marshmallows, so we'll take a recipe we like and just improve it. Sound good?"
She glanced up at Merlin for approval. After all, he was the one with the most experience. His most recent baking disaster hadn't ended in flames, after all.
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It made perfect sense!
"I didn't see cream when I checked the cold box." Karla was a bit worried that they might have to abandon the recipe, but a second scouting of the box landed her a bottle on non-dairy creamer. "Perfect!" She marvelled at the wonders of this new world.