[IC, Locked, cupcakes]

[angels_wear_red]

*having connections is awesome, which means the kitchen in the Amestris dorms is free for Vash's use, the dining room table piled high with cupcake supplies. There is a baby taking a nap on a bag of flour*

This should do it.

Comments

[grown_a_bulge]

... didn't think you actually would.

[onthenightroad]

...

Ah. Vash! I think you failed to inform me you'd invited more than one person...

[angels_wear_red]

He had to come, since he's the teacher.

[grown_a_bulge]

That's right, mate. The teacher.

[onthenightroad]

...

how are you qualified to instruct me

[grown_a_bulge]

Happen to be an excellent chef. You should try my meat pie.

[onthenightroad]

Sounds...delightfully repulsive. I'll pass.

...and if your recipes don't demonstrate appropriate variety, then I'll just. Be on my way then!

[angels_wear_red]

You're not getting any cupcakes if you don't help, Father.

[grown_a_bulge]

Yeah, father. You're not gettin' any cupcakes!

[onthenightroad]

Well-- well how do I know they'll be any good!? I don't trust you!

[angels_wear_red]

Don't be so paranoid.

*hands Abel a large bag of flour*

Let's get started!

[grown_a_bulge]

Get 'bout 600 grams of that.

[onthenightroad]

...oh we're still serious

[...gingerly hefts the bag in-hand and reaaaches for the measuring cup. the astute observer will note that he is still kind of Looking At Spike, and it is not all that friendly]

[grown_a_bulge]

Come on, mate. Can't hurt either of you, even if I really wanted to... and I kinda do.

[onthenightroad]

Well. I'm glad you realize violence isn't an option. In someone else's home.

[peels off his gloves and...measures out six hundred grams]

[angels_wear_red]

So since it's not can we all please be a little less dramatic?

What about the sugar?