Sixth floor kitchen- Wednesday late morning and afternoon

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Today seemed to be a busy day for a lot of things, but Annie hoped people would show up for today's cooking extravaganza for tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast. When she wasn't in class, Annie was here, getting things set up or trying something from a recipe book. Cooking was easy, right? You just put stuff together according to directions. Nothing hard about that, and way easier when you weren't four.

Moddable ingredients and utensils and things were available for anyone who wanted to stop by and help!

[So open, and set so no one has to choose between this and reserves or the party. I may or may not be slow, so you'll just have to ping in and talk to each other too. *nods*]

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[wasthecuteone]

"I don't think it would be in the fridge," Petra said. She guessed it could be. Who knew. "Maybe on the counter somewhere? Or in a cabinet. The label might be part red," she said, remembering the stuff that was always assembled for pumpkin pie at her house. She consulted her can of pumpkin again and corrected to, "Evaporated milk, my bad."

[glacial_queen]

"I'm not sure if we have any of that, either," Karla said, dubious.

Because who wanted to make something with evaporated milk?

But since Petra had been right about the pumpkin pie stuff, Karla figured she should take her word for the evaporated milk, too. And while she could look for the evaporated milk, maybe it would just be easier to make some instead. So she poured some milk into a pot and put it on the stovetop to heat. "How much do you need?" she asked.

And how to get the evaporated milk into the bowl Petra had the pumpkin pie stuff in?

[wasthecuteone]

"...a can," Petra said slowly. "It. It comes in a can?" That shouldn't have been a question. "So are you, like, new here?" she guessed.

[glacial_queen]

Karla shook her head, looking puzzled about how they managed to put evaporated milk into a can. That was starting to sound kind of fishy to her. Some kind of scam to get innocent bakers to spend their money on cans of nothing?

Maybe she should get Momoko to look into this!

...After this current bout of craziness was over with.

"Nope, I've been here since the summer before my freshman year," she told Petra. "Sometimes it feels like forever, though."

[wasthecuteone]

"This past summer?" Petra guessed as she searched the cabinet, even though Karla looked older than a freshman. It wouldn't make her much less new than Petra, but no one wanted to think of themselves as the new kid, she figured. "Aha! Evaporated milk. Victory is mine!" She brandished the can proudly for a moment, then popped it open with one of those pointy can opener things she found magneted to the side of the fridge and poured the contents into her bowl.

[glacial_queen]

Karla laughed. "We're in the same class," she said. "I lost the Homecoming crown to you--I mostly remember because you broke my streak. Congratulations, by the way. And your dress was lovely!"

It had stung, a little, at the time--for about as long as it had taken Warren to remind her that this year they could sneak out early.

"...Okay, that milk is not evaporated at all," she protested as she watched Petra pour. "What are they even playing at, now?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Oh," Petra said, because...she was still this clueless about the food? Yikes. She guessed she didn't spend that much time in the kitchen, which made it kind of sweet that she wanted to help. This was the point at which most girls would say 'sorry' for winning over Karla, but Petra wasn't most girls. She was a pageant queen and she'd made a pact not to say sorry on top of that. "Well, it was just an LBD. I was lucky to find it, really, it was way on sale."

Petra looked at the stuff she was pouring into the bowl. "No, this is totally what evaporated milk looks like." She remembered from helping last year.

[glacial_queen]

Karla wouldn't have apologized for winning, either. Or seen a reason for Petra to apologize. Fault or blame didn't really enter into it.

And Petra would probably find Karla's insistence on helping much less sweet if she knew what culinary atrocities she was capable of.

"I don't understand," Karla said, frowning. "How is it evaporated? I thought that was when you boiled it all away." She gave Petra a sheepish shrug. "I get chased out of the kitchens a lot back home. Mrs. Beale is quite territorial." Especially since Karla blew up her last kitchen, la!

[Apologies for the delay. I got caught by the death-plague.]