6th Floor Kitchen, Monday Morningish

[thatsamilkshake]

Lily was not allowed to use the stove without an adult who was not Uncle Merlin present.

She supposssssed that the oven counted as part of the stove.

Putting stuff in mixing bowls and pans to make brownies and cookies and cakes and pies, though? No rules about that. You fools. As long as they got a grown-up to come turn on the oven when everything was ready.

'They' being any kids, kind of related to her or otherwise, who showed up in response to her signs:




[OOC: Open, mostly for kiddles, but if an adult wants to come and drag someone away or be otherwise unhelpful, t'is acceptable! Any magic in these baked goods will be of the actual kind and consist of... generally making them inedible, and/or making the sprinkles dance.]

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[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

"LIIIIILY!"

Now there was a recognisable shriek.

"Are you cooking?!"

[flirtinginlisp.livejournal.com]

There were a few residents of some alternate future version of the Xavier mansion who might have suspected that Desmond Drake's inherited ice powers were secondary to his quite-possibly-mutant ability to sense where there might be food.

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES! There's gonna be cookies?" he howled, skidding to a stop halfway into the room.

...that would be why.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"I'm mixin' cookie dough!"

Sort of. There were eggs and sugar and flour in a bowl. Possibly not in exactly the right proportions, but it tasted good.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh! Wanna help make 'em?" There were bowls. And spatulas. Well, one spatula and a bunch of plastic spoons and a spaghetti server and a soup ladle.

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

"You are not supposed to cook without su'ervision," Rhys announced to her, "Or face the kitchen staff!"

Now there was an incident never to talk about again.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"Nuh-uh! I think that's you." She pointed her spatula at him archly. "I can make food. I'm just not s'posed to turn onna stove."

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to cook, stupid," Rhys said, arching a brow. Well, both brows, but he was trying on just the single one.

"I'm a boy. We don't do that."

Out of all the things he'd inherited from his parents, Arthur's massive reservoirs of testosterone were probably among the least valued with anyone other than Arthur.

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

You'd think the prospect of cookies would be a cheerful lure to kids, right?

Well, in the case of the scowling little blonde monster girl stomping up the stairs and into the common room, it was half of that, at least. Did you really think any power in the world was going to make wee!Morgana be cheerful, especially in the morning?

"Mom's up on the roof smoking an' wouldn't let me come with," she announced, slouching into a chair with her arms crossed and a wee incendiary glare.

[wee-n-majik.livejournal.com]

"Are we baking?" Rosemary wanted to know as she entered the room.

She wasn't sure that Lily was big enough to be a good cook, but it was okay. Sometimes little kids just had to play with the batter. As long as Rosemary got to eat a handful or ten of chocolate chips, she'd be happy,

[flirtinginlisp.livejournal.com]

Des hadn't realized the cookies were that far from being done! He frowned and reached for the soup ladle. "Does it gotta go in the oven?"

'cause if there was a chance stuff might catch on fire, then he could be super-helpful!

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"Oh baloney. Emeril is a boy and he cooks! BAM!" That was punctuated by tossing a handful of chocolate chips into the mixture. Slightly sparkly chocolate chips.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"I'm not s'posed to turn on the oven. We'll get a grown-up to come do that for us later!"

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

Lily was taking this whole brand-new-sister thing in relative stride. It didn't hurt that Morgana was kind of Rhys on grumpy pills.

"Who wants to do that? Come make cookies. I got chocolate and banana chips!"

The banana chips would probably not do as well in the cookies as she was imagining.

[flirtinginlisp.livejournal.com]

"'cause you're too little," Des decided from his lofty maybe even an entire year older. "I c'n turn it on for you! 's just the oven anyway."

In between Mom's friends and Dad's friends, Des's relative sense of danger was pretty badly skewed.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

Lily was totally big enough to be a good cook. ...With a little supervision that she currently didn't have.

"Yes!" She clapped, which unfortunately spattered dough all down the front of the fridge, but that's what cleanup-time was for. "Cookies and maybe brownies and pie and cake." She was starting with cookies, though.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"Nooo." Lily crossed her arms. "Mommy said a grown-up or a big kid. Big kids are old. Like niiiiiine or somethin'. You're not old!"

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh there were no pills! (God help you all if there were.)

"Mom wants to. HOW COME I CAN'T?" Morgana demanded. Wee and cranky she might be, but cookies still had plenty of allure.

"Banana chips don't go in COOKIES, Lily."

You know. If the cookies were up to her standards.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"You can't 'cuz it's dumb. Mommy says. And then Mom says yeah and then does it anyways."

Lily hugged her bowl to her. "They taste yummy. Yummy things go in cookies. The end!"

[flirtinginlisp.livejournal.com]

"'m five," Des argued, "an' I'm gonna be six soon," where again 'soon' was extremely relative, and in this case meant sooner than he'd be nine, "an' I am so old enough! 's just the oven. Turning it on's no big."

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"No oven," Lily said firmly. "I dunwanna get in trouble!"

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

"So if Mom does it, I CAN TOO." Morgana kicked her heels against the couch hard. LOUD thump-thumping.

She peered at the bowl and hmph-ed. "Not all yummy things. You should be more disc-- dir-- picky."

[wee-n-majik.livejournal.com]

"I wanna help with the cookies," Rosemary decided. "You're making chocolate chip, right?"

If she wasn't chocolate chips were likely to find their way in anyhow.

[flirtinginlisp.livejournal.com]

"Why not?" Des demanded. "'s just trouble! I know how to get outta trouble easy."

[flirtinginlisp.livejournal.com]

"Hiiiiii," Des called, waving at her with a handful of chocolate chips that... should have been more melty for the way they were clutched in his fist. Huh. "You're big enough to turn on the oven, right? 'cause she," with a point of his non-chocolatey hand at Lily and a brief but fierce pout, "says I'm not."

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

"Emeril's a big fat girl!" said Rhys, who might have been losing guy points just for knowing who he was. "Girls are meant for cooking!" Beat. "And da for trying!"