[open] FALALALALA-- a holiday post

[starswing]

Lovingly stolen from Cal, for the most part.



HAPPY HOLIDAYS

play with me



PROMPTS-

1. Mistletoe Kisses - for the shipper in all of us

2. Christmas Gift Exchange - IT'S YOUR WHAT IN A BOX

3. Hot drinks and blankets - nothing beats a cuddle huddle

4. Epic Holiday Baking - will the cookies survive this year we just don't know

5. New Year's Kisses - for the new year shipper in all of us

6. Winter Wonderland - good for snowball fights, sledding shenanigans, or ice-skating mishaps

7. Christmas Parties - if you don't do all the cool holiday dances who even are you

8. Decorating for the Holidays - tinsel makes for a good lasso

9. Why is the Eggnog Spiked - no it ALWAYS tasted that funny

10. WILDCARD - have fun, cause mayhem

[ Pick a person and a prompt, or leave a blank comment and I'll make up something. Come at me, bros. ]

Comments

[scooptimistic]

Dump it? But that's such a waste...

[ Maya, it's for the best. ]

[skiouros]

Better to waste the excess sugar than the entire batch once they're baked. I understand that you're eager, but moderation is key in the kitchen.

[ Says the guy who uses poisonous ingredients in his meals. ]

[scooptimistic]

[ Is Maya Amano going to die (again) today? The world may never know. ]

... I'm starting to think that all serious-looking guys are actually very hardcore pastry chefs.

[ First Katsuya, now this? ]

[skiouros]

Then I suggest that you take off at least half of what you've poured. You don't need to throw the sugar away. We'll be using it again soon.

[scooptimistic]

Yes, Boss... [ with a very theatrical sigh, but fine, she'll go dump half of it back.

Slavedriver. ]

[skiouros]

[ Sounds like his middle name. ]

I'll roll out the sheet.

Sprinkle what you've collected afterward. If you like cinnamon, you can add that, too.

[ Knowing her, she might flatten the puff pastry into a weird shape . . . He cannot allow this. Deftly, he does his part before moving aside for Maya. ]

[scooptimistic]

[ Wow, he has no faith in her. She can at least make pastry look like elephant ears!!

But she's at least consciously trying to behave herself, so it really is just sprinkling this time. And cinnamon. A MERE SPRITZ OF CINNAMON. ]

[skiouros]

[ He's almost impressed by her self-control.

Once the sugar and cinnamon are in place, he presses them into the dough with the rolling pin. Then he folds each side inward until they meet in the middle, brushes egg wash onto the surface, and closes the sheet. ]

We'll chill it in the refrigerator for thirty minutes. It'll solidify the dough.

How good are you with a knife?

[ Read: how safe are you with a knife? ]

[scooptimistic]

Well, I'm better with a gun--!!

Buuut I could probably make a knife work.

[ This from the woman who'd just been handed a pair of pistols and somehow made it work. Then again, that was fighting demons... ]

[skiouros]

Fine by me. We'll separate the dough between us.

[ As long as she knows which end is pointy, he doesn't care much. Now to wait . . . ]

[scooptimistic]

[ She sure does!!

But she nods, radiating excitement like someone who isn't a full-grown woman. Calm down, Maya. ]

1/3

[skiouros]

[ He counts the minutes in his head, occasionally checking the clock to verify the passage of time. Once thirty minutes have passed, he reaches out to grasp the refrigerator handle, which resists his initial pull. ]

. . .

[ A harder yank. There's a disconcerting crackling. But the door swings open, and frost seems to permeate the air. ]

[skiouros]

[skiouros]

The refrigerator's broken. We'll need to thaw the dough.

[ His curse decided to work overtime today. ]

[scooptimistic]

Whoa, what a turn of bad luck!

[ BLITHELY UNKNOWING, but somehow still cheerful. ]

Ah, well. They say the best cookies are the ones you get through grueling trials.

[ No one says that, Maya. ]

[skiouros]

[ Right . . . bad luck. But he gives a mirthful scoff at that. ]

I like that way of thinking. All right—we'll set this aside for now. What else can we work on while we wait?

[ Because what they're supposed to be cutting is sitting on the counter, hard as a rock. ]

[scooptimistic]

Hmmmmmm... we could take a lunch break, maybe? Or-- we've got a recipe for no-bake cookies, right?

[ Does he really want to let her at them, though. ]

[skiouros]

[ His better judgment says no, but he'll let her have a freebie for that go-getter attitude. ]

It's too early for a break. We can try one of those recipes. What do you have in mind?

[scooptimistic]

Chocolate peanut butter no-bake cookies, of course! It's got a name that packs a punch!

[ Maya's attitude is always go-getter, Eizen. ALWAYS. ]

[skiouros]

[ This is great until she slaps a bowl of sugar onto a single sheet of pastry again.

If you ask him, that sounds like a name without a punch . . . ]

All right. You lead this one.

[scooptimistic]

Yeees! Okay, then can I have you grab the oats? They're... in one of these cabinets.

[skiouros]

Which one?

[scooptimistic]

Probably the one with all the cereal boxes in it.

... One of the ones on the left.

[ Maya does not bake enough. ]

[skiouros]

Don't you know where everything is in your own kitchen?

[ She gets a very, very skeptical raise of his eyebrow before he tries every cabinet on the left. ]

[scooptimistic]

Are you kidding?

[ ... she says so cheerfully. ]

I usually eat at work, so kitchen stuff doesn't really happen!

[ But they're still in one of the cabinets on the left. ]