paradisalost | 20th Death

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20th Death

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[today was the day that Dextera was going to put his ~~horrible~~ knowledge of cooking to use. to be honest, he was a little nervous but that's why he felt lucky he had help. there was more of a chance that everything would turn out okay.

the mute stared at the ingredients for a moment before looking up at Felix and scribbling something down.]

How does this work?

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No. At least not here. As if it expects me to know...

[Getting angry at the book won't help, Felix.

He starts flipping through to see if he can find out...]

What do you think it means? Maybe we can figure it through context...

[he taps his pencil against the journal.]

It sounds like something wet. Water, milk, blood...[yes he did write that.] Maybe something like that?

[He does spare Dextera a curious look, but he's more concerned with this at the moment] Well, yes, but cream is being used here as an adjective, not as a thing. Still...it would describe the texture, I suppose...[Thinking. Augh...cooking is hard]

[not as a thing? but when were things not used as things? hummm...maybe the Cursebring Angel could have helped here. it was good at mixing things.

wait.]

Mixing things together?

[He nods] It would appear so, though a little more specific about how. That's good enough to go on, I think.

[Grabs and egg and holds it out to Dextera] Here. Crack this open into this other bowl.

[he does so but stops when the egg yolk starts to come out. that's...supposed to happen, right?]

[Bemused expression] What's the matter? It's not off, is it?

[Dextera shakes his head and pulls the journal closer.]

Is this supposed to happen? When it opens.

Yes...

Have you never seen an egg before?

[he shakes his head.]

No. What are they?

What do you mean?

[he raises the egg slightly so the yolk starts falling out (in the bowl, luckily).]

This stuff. I don't know what it is.

The yolk. It's...oh, how to phrase it?

A very very young bird.

So it's alive?

Um...no. It can become so under the right circumstances, however.

Here...[He uses his good hand to lightly grip Dextera's wrist]...move your hands apart. We only need the part inside.

[he's about to ask what those things were but is distracted when he pulls the egg apart. so that's what the inside of an egg looks like.]

What do we do with it?

Add this...[He slides a cup of butter at Dextera] and mix it together, as you said.

[just to make sure...]

All of it? [he still half-believed that mixing one thing with another could become very bad quickly.]

All together, yes. I imagine until it appears creamy, as the name suggests, then we'll add the sugar. Can't have sugar cookies without that [smirk]

Okay. [and he'll start mixing it together with a spoon since he figure he shouldn't use his hands. Dextera had to wonder if people did this often before the Blaze happened or if they just used the Cursebring Angel to do it.

...it felt better to do it this way, now that he thought about it.]

[Felix hover close by, watching. Sometimes Dextera worried him. He forgot what he'd learned about the boy's world, from time to time, but at others he was bluntly reminded, like now.]

You're going well.

[he blinks. it was hard for Dextera to respond to a compliment that didn't follow with guilt-tripping him at some point so it takes awhile before he answers.]

Thank you.

[He gave the boy a small smile, then nodded at the bowl]

That should be good. Add the sugar now. The recipe says to add the flour mixture after that.

All of the sugar?

All of...? No...it's says [double checks]...a cup and a half. Here. [Shoves measuring cup at him again] Just like you did with the flour.

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