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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 15, 2011 19:57:30 GMT -5
KINKADE
welcome home.
you've never been
gone for so long.
The walk from the track to Shiloh's house was now at it's end without incident. Perfect. Kinkade opened the door for her, gesturing for her to enter. It was an empty, dark house; Shiloh wasn't here yet. Kinkade didn't mind much- he just flipped on the light switch by the door, illuminating the flat.
The house was simple and comfortable, if nothing else. Shiloh kept it unbearably clean, much to Kinkade's dismay, but it was good enough. In the living room where they were now standing there was a small black leather love seat in the center of the rather small room, facing the television. The television was against the left wall and sitting atop a wooden entertainment center. On the floor to the love seat's left were Kinkade's two bean bag chairs; one red, one designed to look like a baseball. Left of where they were standing there was an archway leading to the kitchen. And past the couch, at the end of the living room there was a a hallway where the doors to the two bedrooms were facing each other, and the door to the bathroom just before the door to the smaller of the bedrooms. The second bathroom was a part of the master bedroom.
"Shi's not here yet,
[/color]"Kinkade explained, though she may have already gathered that. Kinkade gestured toward the kitchen first before walking into it. " So. Favorite desert. Do you have one?[/color]" If she did, he'd do his best to find a way to make it. Shiloh was pretty good at keeping the house stocked, but he obviously only stocked it with things they were used to cooking and eating, so if River liked anything too outlandish then they were out of luck. And if she didn't have a favorite, he was likely to suggest red velvet cake (he loved it for it's name more than it's actual taste, but it did taste good).[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 15, 2011 21:09:20 GMT -5
**give me the wings to fly**
She smiles. It’s nice here. Home-y. Lived in, but not messy. Not too many rooms, but not too few either. Happy medium. The place has personality.
Oh! He’s gesturing toward he kitchen now. She follows, her head swiveling to take in the details, eyes flitting over everything. Favorite dessert? Hm. It’s been so long since anyone had asked her what she liked, instead of just plopping a plate in front of her. It takes her a moment of thinking to remember what she likes.
“Cake.” she decides. What kind? Doesn’t matter. As long as it’s not too outlandish, like pineapple-upside-down cake. Or fruit-cake. They’ve just never appealed to River, like most things. But a simple cake…? Mmm. Heaven.
**and the courage to fall**
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 15, 2011 22:59:00 GMT -5
KINKADE
she lost all track of time
and burnt the cake
and every smoke detector
in the house was goin' off
Cake! That was perfect. Simple enough, that was, and Shi rather liked it. He did, too, when it wasn't German Chocolate (icky coconut!) or carrot. Now the question in his mind was, what kind? He supposed it depended on what they had in the cupboard.
"Alright, let's see what Shi's got.
[/color]"Kinkade suggested, moving to a cupboard before pulling down boxes of cake mix. Making cake without cake mix was beyond him, so unless she knew how, he wasn't chancing it. Kinkade sat the boxes down on the counter underneath the cupboard. There was a chocolate one, another chocolate one that looked strikingly more elaborate on it's box but was surely just chocolate, a swirly looking 'marble' cake, a yellow lemon cake, and a box of brownies. Well, he'd have to compliment Shiloh for his choices, but later. " Okay. Here are our choices."Kinkade announced proudly, shifting them so she could read all of them. " Take your pick.[/color]" He didn't wait for her to, but move to the fridge to retrieve a pitcher of bright red fruit punch Koolaid. Kinkade loved Koolaid. That, too, went on the cupboard before he grabbed two glasses, filling both with ice from the ice dispenser on the door of the fridge. " There's chocolate milk if you prefer, or cans of Minute Maid lemonade,[/color]"Kinkade stated helpfully. She hadn't said she was thirsty. Kinkade, on the other hand, definitely was and she would be eventually, so he'd get her a drink for when she did want it. He didn't want her to feel awkward asking for it later. " What would you prefer?[/color]"[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 16, 2011 7:17:44 GMT -5
**give me the wings to fly**
Phew. Boxed cake mixes. Without them, cake made by River would end up horribly wrong. Either much too dense, too sweet, or something completely different. She’d even forgotten the flour once. That cake had been… Interesting, to say the least. She studies the choices with mock care, as if the fate of the world rests in which box of cake mix to pick.
After a second of deliberation, she decides on chocolate. But, which one? Chocolate Cake One, Chocolate Cake Two, or Brownies? River stares at them for a moment, hearing the sounds of Kinkade opening and closing the fridge behind her, and then starts counting the boxes off in her head.
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, catch a tiger by the toe, if he hollers let him go, eenie, meenie, miney, moe. When she hits ‘moe’, she was looking Chocolate Cake One. She tugs the box to the front of the counter and turns around to face Kinkade, who just so happens to be holding a pitcher of… Blood? No. Koolaid. He says something about chocolate milk, and lemonade… And then what she would prefer… Oh, that makes sense. He’s offering her a drink.
“Lemonade, please.”
**and the courage to fall**
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 16, 2011 8:53:47 GMT -5
KINKADE
she lost all track of time
and burnt the cake
and every smoke detector
in the house was goin' off
Okay. Two for two. Shiloh's decision to buy lemonade (which Shi loved when he felt like consuming massive amounts of sugar) was simply inspired now that she took an interest in it. He set the glasses down on the counter and went back to the fridge to grab the can of soda. Upon returning back to the counter, he spoke.
"Want the cup with ice to make it super cold, or would you prefer to just... Well, here.
[/color]"Kinkade stopped with his question. Aw, she'd figure it out. He put the can of lemonade on the counter for whatever she decided and took the cake mix she'd picked out for them, turning it around so he could read ingredients. For the third time he went back to the fridge. He didn't mind the repetition, though. " Eggs, milk...[/color]"he echoed from inside the fridge as he grabbed both items with the hand not holding the box. He was precariously close to dropping either, which would be a disaster as he walked to the counter- again- and set the stuff down. Luck held, he didn't drop either before reaching the cupboard. Speaking of... Huh, counter was getting full. Rather than do anything about it (yet) he went to retrieve the vegetable oil from a cupboard under the cups' cupboard to add more to the mess. Kinkade was used to chaos, cooking included. As for that oven he was likely supposed to be preheating? Well, he hadn't got there yet. He would though, just as soon as it occurred to him.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 16, 2011 9:13:37 GMT -5
**follow the voices**
She smiles with the corner of her mouth, just the tiniest upward tilt, but the emotion is clearer in her eyes. River pops the top on the can, listening to the gentle phzz, chik of the pressurized air inside releasing. It’s funny how lemonade makes the same sound as a can of soda, though the soda releases carbon dioxide into the can and lemonade does not. She wonders why, and makes a mental note to look it up when she gets a chance. She pours the bright yellow drink from the can into the glass and takes a sip. Wow. Sweet, so sweet. But good at the same time.
She sets the glass down on the tiniest patch of empty counter and grabs the discarded cake mix choices, and the brownie box, and slides them into the cabinet she had seen Kinkade take them out of.
“What’s first?”
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 16, 2011 9:31:30 GMT -5
KINKADE
she lost all track of time
and burnt the cake
and every smoke detector
in the house was goin' off
Lesson one would surely be, do not trust Kinkade. For one, it was water, not milk that the back of the box called for. But, being the expert he was, he figured he knew what he was doing. He'd done this before, after all. When she asked what was first, he remembered he needed the measuring cup. There were measuring cups for solid foods- those little plastic ones that made life easy- but he opted for the glass one that had a "pour-y thing". Go on, ask him, that's the name the spout thing earned with him.
"Uhm, right. First.
[/color]"Kins nodded in acknowledgment and in recognition to the box's wisdom. First on the list, in big letters was '1 Heat'. " Heat the oven to three hundred and fifty degrees for dark or nonstick pan. Grease bottom only of thirteen by nine inch pan or bottom and sides-...[/color]" Realizing no one needed to know this, he stopped there and removed the bag of cake mix from the box, putting it into the bowl so he could carry the box around. His box.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 16, 2011 10:57:56 GMT -5
**follow the voices**
“Okay, three hundred and fifty degrees it is.” River steps over to the oven, studying it for a moment, scrutinizing, labeling, and then presses a button. It beeps satisfyingly, and she’s quite pleased that she managed to hit the right button on the first go. She presses another button and the degrees shining in red LED lights jumps from zero to three hundred and fifty. She presses the first button once again, hearing the pleasing humm of heat being created somewhere inside the large box. Suddenly remembering something her mother once told her, she opens the door to check for any stray pots and pans or-- god forbid-- leftover food. Nothing. Good.
She turns back to Kinkade, her expression saying everything she needs to say-- okay, now what, I’m ready, are you ready, let’s get this show on the road! It’s odd how she can say so much in just a simple raised-eyebrows, half-smiling face, without even opening her mouth. Body language isn’t even something she really understands. Sure, she gets the basics-- smile, good; frown, bad-- but anything more complex than that confuses her, even knowing every other possible language known to man, and even some not.
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 16, 2011 22:58:26 GMT -5
KINKADE
she lost all track of time
and burnt the cake
and every smoke detector
in the house was goin' off
(So, I know all this stuff from reading a cake box, right? I had to go get a cake box to read. Chocolate even! My mom comes in the room, sees the box on my desk, and gives me a weird look like,"... what are you going to do with that in here? o.o" XD My response was,"oh, this is pretty low on the list of weird things I've written about this week, mom, on out-of-place-ness." Actually, it's the most normal.)
She was helpful! Well. Okay. He knew that. While she did that, he went to get his kool-aid, pouring it into his glass before returning the pitcher to the fridge.
"Next, mix stuff together. This is always, always the fun part.
[/color]"Kinkade grinned mischievously. This was the messy part of cooking, the part that amused him. Out of habit, he went to the sink to wash his hands, using the soap that sat to the left of the facet. There was even a roll of paper towels there, hanging from the side of the cupboard for convenience sake. " Making cookies out of cake batter is interesting,[/color]"Kinkade pointed out, rather randomly. Not very useful... He returned to the cake box that was now sitting beside his mixing bowl, opening the bag of chocolate mix and dumping it in. That always went first. Then the rest of the stuff could go in whatever order they grabbed it. But it fascinated him to see liquid poured in the cake mix, but to watch the cake mix remain dry as the liquid just rolled off it and down toward the bottom of the bowl. Amazing. Defied all rules of logic![/center][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by River Tam on Apr 16, 2011 23:08:30 GMT -5
**follow the voices**
“I’ve never tried it. Does it make little cakes, or actual cookies?” Hm. Cake-cookies. Weird. Wouldn’t it all just run together in the pan to form one big mega-cookie, though it would taste like cake, really.
River moves over next to him, watching the puff of brown powder float away as the packet of flour-y stuff gets unceremoniously dumped into the bowl. She coughs, turning her face into her shoulder farthest from the soon-to-be cake, as some of the powder gets sucked down her windpipe. Eugh. Not a pleasant feeling, inhaling cake mix. Yuck.
The milk and eggs run from the top of the mound down toward the sides of the bowl, leaving the dry stuff miraculously still dry. What? How? There doesn’t even seem to be any powder in the eggs and milk! That’s just insane!
(Haha, nice. I do things much odder on a daily basis. I’ve actually never made cake from a box, though I have made the Ghirardelli Brownies from the mix. I’m kind of a baker in real life.)
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