RP > nostalgia strikes again

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ It is a relatively quiet day in the apartment of one Saga Laskaris- unless you were to wander into the kitchen. Then you would find all manner of things happening, dishes heaped up everywhere, and some very tantalizing smells coming from the sizzling skillets on the stove top. In the middle of it is Alabaster, in a simple t-shirt and jeans (and no shoes. Just socks), bustling back and forth, metallic arms zipping everywhere. ]

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[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Oh, very well. [ closes his eyes ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ and she's fetching the cake, which just so happens to be spice with a maple frosting and CONGRATS ALABASTER on it in white-- which took her a great deal of effort, but she won't mention it-- and hey, she stuck a couple of candles in it too for kicks. ]

Ta-dah~!

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ takes that as his cue to open his eyes and- he's sort of rendered speechless, but not in a bad way ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... [ eyebrow raise ] I know it's a little sloppy...

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

That's not- I knew it was coming and still it surprised me.

Thank you.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ giving him a warm smile ] Congratulations.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ might... be returning that smile ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Don't get too happy until you try it first.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ would be a little worried for her if she can't make cake from a box, but he's keeping that thought to himself ] Shall we, then? Or would you prefer not to have desert first?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ s-shut up, we all can't be excellent cooks like you ] In a world where nothing is certain, the one regret I can honestly say I won't have is not eating dessert first.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Dessert first it is, then. [ to the kitchen-? ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ to the kitchen! She'll... remember to wipe off mix and frosting at some point. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ o Saga XD ]

You do know you have frosting on your face, don't you?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... [ blank look and reaching up uncertainly ] Where?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ sighs and reaches for a paper towel or something ]

Come here.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she is biting back another "Yes, Mommy" retort and obeying ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ very carefully wiping off her cheek ): ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... Weird, I don't remember even touching my face... [ sheepishly smiling up at him ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I suppose we'll just call this another one of your talents, then.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Can we not? [ this may be a pout ] It's not a very impressive one.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Oh? You have cake mix on your shirt as well.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

...

[ okay now she is just flat-out sulking. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ frowns ] I was only teasing.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ going to take some of that mix and pat it affectionately on his coat :) ]

Much as I hate to say it, you need to do it more often.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ sob not the coat ] I'm hesitant to when you react like that.