I'm really behind on my word-count for the month between moving and having to work all day and the month kind of ends tomorrow. Yikes! Leave me prompts, and I'll see what I can't write you. I'll write JE, and am willing to attempt GW, MERLIN, and J2 (and possibly original stuff, but idk why you'd want to request that
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Jin watched intently while Sarah demonstrated this beginner's technique for him. She pulsed it to perfection, and then turned the blender off and removed the lid. She poured the chocolate milkshake carefully into two tall glasses that Jin held at the ready.
She let him get in one sip--which he savoured almost comically--and then put a hand on his wrist to stop him from taking anymore. "Alright, tell me the important steps to making a milkshake that will bring all the boys to your yard. Each one you get right gets you another sip of milkshake. Each one you get wrong gets me a sip of your milkshake."
Dammit, she was a slave driver, this woman. "Put the ice cream in first, then pour the milk in after. That way you don't splash." Sarah moved her hand and Jin took his sip. If anything, he worked to enjoy that one even longer, because hey, maybe she'd discount his answers on technicalities. He would if it meant he'd get more milkshake.
"...and most importantly, never ever forget to secure the lid on the top before you start blending," Jin finished up, but Sarah didn't loosen her grasp around his wrist. She narrowed her eyes at him, and he gulped involuntarily. For a little person, she was kind of scary.
She shook his wrist warningly. "And?" she prompted.
"and...and for that way leads ruin. And a dirty kitchen," Jin blurted as her wording came back to him. Sarah looked at him hard for another long moment, and then smiled and nodded and let him have the rest of his milkshake. Mmmm, bliss. In a cup.
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