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I have to give Kate points for trying, because she tried really hard. Outside of a reality show, I don't think I've ever seen someone approach baking with the same intensity as a cat getting ready to pounce a laser-dot. She's just so earnest. And adorable, really.
She's got her hair twisted into a messy knot, and the apron plus her arms are liberally splattered with flour and with batter spots. One hand is fisted on her hips, her body braced like she was preparing for a fight. The other holds the power mixer, now turned off, inside the metal mixing bowl.
"Kate, the cookbook can't fight back," I tell her, and she scowls when I can't keep the humor from my voice.
"Why is it that I got flying colors in chemistry, but freakin' cooking is so impossible?"
I smother my grin with my hand. "It's not impossible; I manage it all the time. It just takes practice."
Kate points a floury finger at me. "That's because you must've made some kind of deal with a faery or something, Stace. Your cooking skills aren't normal."
"Mmhmm and that's why my cupcakes are sitting nice and pretty on the cooling racks," I respond dryly after rolling my eyes. "Because of supernatural assistance."
"That's totally the answer." Kate sighs, and lets her shoulders slump. "I need a break." She then pulls the stirring rods out of the mixer so they can stay in the bowl, and the rest of the mixer is set on the counter.
"Sounds good. What do you want to do, then?"
Kate's gone to my cooling cupcakes, and lightly pokes one. "How about we frost yours? They're ready for it, I'd say."
I move to stand next to her and do my own checking before I affirm her statement. "What flavor do you want to use?" Because I'd purchased multiple and multi-colored frostings.
She grins at me. "Chocolate, duh."
"But of course," I grin back. I retrieve the cannister and two cooking spatulas, one of the latter going to Kate after she's washed her hands.
We frost the cupcakes in companionable silence. I spread the wonderfully-scented frosting on evenly, and not too thick. The point of the cupcake is to enjoy the spongy part, not just the frosting. For me, anyway. A quick glance to Kate's handiwork shows she's more a frosting fan.
"Y'know, if you want that much frosting, you could put Nutella on instead. That's thicker."
Kate perks up. "Actually, that's a great idea." Her spatula goes into her mouth so she has both hand free to search the pantry. I shake my head and get back to my work, not looking over again until I smell that lovely, chocolatey-hazelnutty aroma. I inhale deeply, and sigh out the exhale.
"Maybe you should be the one using the Nutella," Kate teases. "So you can spread it on slow and thick..."
I blush at the maybe-suggestive tone in her voice. "Shut up and frost the damn cupcakes," I mumble.
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I have to give Kate points for trying, because she tried really hard. Outside of a reality show, I don't think I've ever seen someone approach baking with the same intensity as a cat getting ready to pounce a laser-dot. She's just so earnest. And adorable, really.
She's got her hair twisted into a messy knot, and the apron plus her arms are liberally splattered with flour and with batter spots. One hand is fisted on her hips, her body braced like she was preparing for a fight. The other holds the power mixer, now turned off, inside the metal mixing bowl.
"Kate, the cookbook can't fight back," I tell her, and she scowls when I can't keep the humor from my voice.
"Why is it that I got flying colors in chemistry, but freakin' cooking is so impossible?"
I smother my grin with my hand. "It's not impossible; I manage it all the time. It just takes practice."
Kate points a floury finger at me. "That's because you must've made some kind of deal with a faery or something, Stace. Your cooking skills aren't normal."
"Mmhmm and that's why my cupcakes are sitting nice and pretty on the cooling racks," I respond dryly after rolling my eyes. "Because of supernatural assistance."
"That's totally the answer." Kate sighs, and lets her shoulders slump. "I need a break." She then pulls the stirring rods out of the mixer so they can stay in the bowl, and the rest of the mixer is set on the counter.
"Sounds good. What do you want to do, then?"
Kate's gone to my cooling cupcakes, and lightly pokes one. "How about we frost yours? They're ready for it, I'd say."
I move to stand next to her and do my own checking before I affirm her statement. "What flavor do you want to use?" Because I'd purchased multiple and multi-colored frostings.
She grins at me. "Chocolate, duh."
"But of course," I grin back. I retrieve the cannister and two cooking spatulas, one of the latter going to Kate after she's washed her hands.
We frost the cupcakes in companionable silence. I spread the wonderfully-scented frosting on evenly, and not too thick. The point of the cupcake is to enjoy the spongy part, not just the frosting. For me, anyway. A quick glance to Kate's handiwork shows she's more a frosting fan.
"Y'know, if you want that much frosting, you could put Nutella on instead. That's thicker."
Kate perks up. "Actually, that's a great idea." Her spatula goes into her mouth so she has both hand free to search the pantry. I shake my head and get back to my work, not looking over again until I smell that lovely, chocolatey-hazelnutty aroma. I inhale deeply, and sigh out the exhale.
"Maybe you should be the one using the Nutella," Kate teases. "So you can spread it on slow and thick..."
I blush at the maybe-suggestive tone in her voice. "Shut up and frost the damn cupcakes," I mumble.
