Day 8: Cooking/Home Economics with Karin and Violett
“Karin, I trust you not to let anyone die or whatever seems to happen when I turn my back while I’m gone.” Akira looked seriously into her best friend’s eyes.
“You can count on me,” Karin patted Akira’s shoulder and offered a small smile. The second Akira was out of sight she collapsed against the wall. How was she supposed to do this?!
“According to these instructions, you wash, rinse, and repeat, but I think if we did this right we wouldn’t need to repeat…” Violett stood in the front of the room with her hands elbow deep in dough. It was a cosmic miracle she hadn’t managed to cook herself in the oven, but that could be attested to the fact that Locke was giving her ‘the eye’.
“Sorry for running late, I had to take care of something.” Karin left the door open and crossed over to where Violett was just making a mess.
The door violently slammed behind Karin and a capped figure stepped away. Their beige colored cap matched their plaid pea coat and a pipe peeked out from under the rim of a monocle.
“You say you had to take care of something? Was that the dead body of Charles Weatherby, the man you murdered?” It was none other than Kateri. She blew bubbles out of the fake pipe and looked at Karin coyly. “I know your type… innocent. Charming. Deadly. Ruthless.”
“Oh hey, that’s what I forgot.” Akira walked in mid-sentence with a cell phone plastered to one ear. She forcefully grabbed the back of Kateri’s coat and the two left without so much as an explanation.
The class looked from the shut door to Karin and back to the shut door.
“I assume we’re going to ignore that too… just like we ignored the incident where we mugged the pizza guy and nearly broke Aine’s arm testing the rocket launcher from ebay.” Riley cackled like a maniac.
“Don’t worry about those two. More importantly than rockets and muggings, we need to er, fix class… Now we’ll start with everyone finding a partner and standing next to your stove.” Karin addressed the class. Once she saw they were on their way, she turned to Violett who hid her hands guiltily behind her back. Globs of dough fell around her like a fairy ring of mushrooms. Karin had her work cut out for her.
~IN THE GROUPS~
“Oh my goodness. There has to be some mistake.” Thomas looked in his peripheral vision at the leprechaun boy. His flaming hair was spiked in a mohawk and it looked like he had fake grills stuck onto his teeth. There had to be someone--- anyone! better than having Travis for a partner.
“Who better than us for a team?!” Travis slung an arm around Tommy’s shoulders and grinned.
“I could name a few….”
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“Let’s just get this over with.” Vevila self-consciously took her hands out of the apron pockets and rested them next to Locke’s on the marble counter.
“Agreed.” He made a valiant effort not to recoil from the gnarled fingers as he busied himself with getting the necessary items.
“Good. Step one…”
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“Don’t you know a table spoon from a tea spoon?” Griffin and Riley were already at each other’s throat!
“Sorry Sherlock, I forgot to check back with my brain that actually gave a fudge about cooking!” Riley brandished a rolling pin like a sword and leveled it at Griffin’s chest. “I suggest you start doing something before Scooby Doo comes back and roasts us alive.”
“I hope by Scooby Doo you don’t mean Akira.”
“The one and only...”
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“Could you pass me the rolling pin?” Kuro felt his pale skin heating up just looking at Aerith. That Amor was a real character thinking she could set them up like that! In the meditative hours of night when all the creatures but the young vampires slept, his mind would revisit the image of Aerith sitting uncomfortably across from him in Colette’s elaborately themed room. Would it have gone better if she had voluntarily come?
“Kuro?” She held the rolling pin out to him without much emotion which both crushed and lifted Kuroshiro’s spirits.
“Huh? Oh! Thanks…” He took the proffered utensil and quickly looked away. When would these weird feelings go away….
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“Forget the instructions, I got this.” Travis held the paper upside down and threw it in the preheated oven. “‘K. Imma need you to hand me the beach ball.”
“Seriously punk, are you even trying to make something edible?” Thomas barely backed his words with any real anger as he looked longingly at Ash and Alice. They worked so well together. Maybe a little too well for his liking.
“Fine, you’re right. Maybe the beach ball won’t work this time... Okay. Pass me the sunblock.”
“Mmmhmmm. One sunblock, coming up....”
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“TIME!!!” Violett called.
“It’s always refreshing to see that no one died while I was gone.” Akira materialized from the shadows and stepped up behind the two teachers. “Good job guys.”
“Thanks!” Vi cheesed and handed a cookie to Akira. “Now begins the fun part of trying everyone’s cookie or cake.”
“Oooh what do we have here?” Karin peered over Travis’ shoulder.
“I call it the---“
“Son of a beach!” Vi exclaimed. She had chalky frosting around her mouth and in the crevices of her fingers.
“Language!” Locke screeched at his little sister.
“You gotta try this, Locke!” Before he could resist, Violett shoved a piece of Travis (and somewhat Thomas)’s creation into his mouth.
“What recipe did you use?” Karin licked frosting off her fingers and stepped aside so Akira could sample some.
“Well we actually did our own. We used spf 70 sunblock, 2 beach balls, a bucket with a rake-shovel, and some sand…”
“Wait. What.” Akira stopped inches from putting the cake in her mouth. “Oooo-kay. Good feeling gone. I’ll leave you to clean-up. Bye.” She exited the room at record speed.
“Yeah… I’ll just be saving your life now.” Sebastian picked up Karin and left to go pump her stomach. The classroom slowly emptied until it was just Thomas and Violett.
“I don’t know what they’re talking about, but more for us.”
“You’re right,” Thomas scooped a glob of cake into his mouth. “Lunch for two.”
