Sixth Floor Kitchen [evening]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie hadn't really ventured up to the sixth floor to use the big kitchen, but she figured that if she was going to teach someone to cook, this'd be the place to do it.

She had her recipe. To the best of her knowledge, she had her ingredients. And unless something went terribly, terribly wrong, she and Bobby would end up with peanut butter cookies to eat after!

So, probably not so much on having the cookies later. Oh, Sookie. In the meantime, she set to work preheating the oven and putting her hair up while she waited for him.

[Sookie's here for Bobby, natch, but all are welcome to witness the destruction sample cookies and such.]

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[longislandiceme]

Bobby was... slightly less optimistic than Sookie about the chances of things not going terribly wrong. But! He wasn't going to let that stand in the way, thank you.

"I hope you didn't start without me," he said as he wandered in to the kitchen. "As that'd sort of defeat the point and all."

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"I just preheated the oven. Want me to turn it off so you can press the buttons?" she offered, smiling at him.

[longislandiceme]

For a moment he was actually tempted to say yes. "Nah, that's cool. I'll survive." Even if pressing buttons was fun. Maybe next time!

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"You can get it next time," she assured him, not even getting that out of his head. "In the mean time, why don't you look at the recipe and see if you can find the first ingredient we're going to need!"

[longislandiceme]

"...Sugar, right?" Bobby guessed, looking over the list. And not, you know, checking the actual first step of the instructions.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, that's the first thing listed," she agreed. "But what do the directions say to do first?"

[longislandiceme]

"Oh," Bobby gave Sookie a sheepish little grin. "Cream the butter!" he announced victoriously. "Which is done... how exactly?"

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"It means that you put the butter that's sitting on the counter over there, and put it in the mixing bowl," she said easily, "and then turn the mixer on to the lowest setting."

[longislandiceme]

"Right, okay, lowest," Bobby said with a confident nod, reaching over to grab the mixer and do just that and... flicked the little dial thingie way too fast so that it was now whirring away at top speed.

"Uh, how do I make this stop?" he shouted over the sound of the mixer.

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Sookie rushed over, looking to see what'd happened. "You just pushed it too far!" she yelled, turning the little dial back down to a normal speed.

Okay. Minor mishap. This shouldn't be too hard, and anyone could have done that. Sookie was totally prepared to be patient with things like that. Yup.

"See, we want to keep it at the lowest speed so it creams nicely. See how it looks kinda like frosting?" she asked, hoping that it did, indeed, looking like frosting to him.

[longislandiceme]

"Somehow I kind of doubt it'll taste as good," he said with a sigh. But it did indeed have a frosting-like consistency to it! Yay?

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Well, no, but eventually it'll taste like peanut butter!" she said cheerily. "Now, we just add the sugar while it's on a low, low speed. Wanna do that?"

[longislandiceme]

"Sure," Bobby said, grabbing the half-cup measure and the bag of sugar and caaarefully pouring the sugar into the cup. Except he sort of tipped the bag a bit too quickly and oops, there went about a quarter cup or so of extra sugar.

"Done!" he said brightly, not thinking too much of it. Too much sugar wouldn't hurt, would it?

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"...how much sugar did you just add?" Sookie asked, staring.

[longislandiceme]

"Um. A liiiiittle bit more than I was supposed to?" he admitted. "It came out way too fast!"

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"A loooot more than you were supposed to," she sighed, "but it doesn't matter. But so you know for the future! Baking has to be precise."

[longislandiceme]

"Sorry," Bobby mumbled. He had a sinking feeling he was gonna be saying that a lot. "So! What next?" he peered over at the instructions. More creaming!

This time, at least, he managed to get the mixer on the right setting the first time.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"There you go!" she said encouragingly, taking the liberty of cracking the egg over the side because that just seemed like a disaster if she let him do it. "Want to add the peanut butter?"

That couldn't go wrong, could it?

Oh, Sookie.

[longislandiceme]

...Well, at least she averted any egg-related disasters?

But not the peanut-butter ones. Namely, the kind of disasters that involve trying to scrape out peanut butter with a knife and-

"Okay. I had no idea peanut butter was so aerodynamic," he said, blinking at the spot on the wall across the room where a glob of peanut butter was now sticking.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"...how did that even happen?" Sookie asked, more amazed than upset or exasperated.

[longislandiceme]

"I don't know and I'm not entirely sure I want to," Bobby admitted. Thankfully (er, from a certain point of view, anyway) there was still enough peanut butter left that wasn't stuck to the wall.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

She peeked into the jar, eyeballing it, and said, "Okay, put the rest of that in the bowl carefully. Caaaaaaaaaaarefully."

[longislandiceme]

And if she'd been Hank or Scott, the repetition of 'carefully' would've earned her an annoyed eyeroll. She wasn't, though, so he just sucked it up and did as instructed.

"There. No more airborne peanut butter," he declared once that was done.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Good job!" she said brightly, actually clapping a bit at that. "Okay, over here, in this other bowl, we're going to do the dry ingredients. Want to measure out some flour -- and it has to be exact, so be sure and level off the top, okay?"

[longislandiceme]

Really, Sookie might not be psychic in the predicting-the-future sense of the word but she should've seen this coming.

You know, the whole, Bobby standing there coated in a light dusting of flour, holding a cup of same, thing.

At least it was actually nicely levelled off?

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"...oh, Bobby," she sighed when she'd seen. "I turned around for a second. How did you do that?"

[longislandiceme]

"It slipped!" he facepalmed, sending a little puff of flour out into the air as he did so.

Really, it was a very very good thing she'd done the egg part.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I should hold that," she said, reaching for the flour. "And maybe I should do the rest of the dry ingredients. And you can watch!"

[longislandiceme]

"Okay," Bobby said, trying not to let his disappoinment show. Really, he thought he'd been doing well, all things considered. It's not like anything had exploded, you know.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"I have a job for you, though!" she said, reading over the directions and making a quick decision. "It says we have to refrigerate the mixture for three hours." She raised her eyebrows at him.

[longislandiceme]

"Now that is totally within my skill set," he grinned, holding one hand over the bowl and gradually bringing the temperature down.

Though most of his effort was concentrated on the bowl of dough, his control wasn't quite that precise when it came to controlling temperature without creating ice. There was a slight, but still noticeable, drop in temperature throughout the rest of the kitchen.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie wrapped her arms around herself, watching him work. "See, everyone has a job in the kitchen. Ain't so hard."

[longislandiceme]

"Yeah, though most people have to let the fridge do this part," he smirked and looked back at Sookie. "You cold?" he asked, concerned.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"No," she said quickly. "I mean, it just got a little chillier in here. I figured it's a side effect?"

[longislandiceme]

"It's hard to keep it to a really small area if I'm just cooling the air," he said apologetically. "Sorry bout that," he drew his hand back from the bowl and the temperature returned to normal after a few moments.