OOC: Log
Who: Winry ( automailmaker ) and Hohenheim ( wheresmyhouse ) NPC'd by Ant
What: Pie baking!
When: Thursday, mid-day
Where: Elrics' New House
Why: Winry needed help filling out pie orders. There were so many requests this time!
Hohenheim sat in the kitchen to the new home that Edward had paid to reconstruct, enjoying a book for perhaps the third time. He flipped through the pages casually as he awaited his cooking partner for the day's activities. He was rather looking forward to baking today. For one, he hadn't really done much baking as of late, what with caring for his pregnant wife and all, and secondly, he hadn't really gotten much of a chance to spend time with Winry. He felt that it was best to bridge that gap considering she and Edward were together, and he wanted to play a more active role in their lives.
Winry knocked at the front door. When she was little she was so familiar with the Elric house that she had felt comfortable just walking in. However it had been a long time since then, and it was quite different now. The blond mechanic waited patiently at the door with a list of pie orders and ingredients in her arms.
Hohenheim closed his book and tossed it onto the table as he made his way to the door. He pulled it open and looked down at the young woman who was very much like a daughter to him. "Ah, good morning, Winry! Allow me to help you with those." he smiled as he took the groceries from Winry's arms, leading the way into the kitchen.
"Oh, thanks." Winry walked inside, entering the house properly for the first time. "I have a list, but... a friend of mine is supposed to be dropping off some of the fruit at a later date. So I guess we'll just stick to... these?" She held up a few orders as she strolled into the kitchen and placed them on a counter top.
Hohenheim wandered over and peered at the orders on the counter top. Not too hard, he surmised. He was familiar with all of the recipes to a certain degree. "Very well then," he grinned. "This shouldn't be too hard. Which would you like to start on first?"
Winry shrugged. It didn't matter to her. The young girl shuffled the order and picked the one that was on top. Badou's Pumpkin Pie.
As Winry began shuffling the orders, Hohenheim donned his apron. A white, frilly one at that. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and proceeded to tie it into a makeshift bandanna, pulling his long hair back so that none would fall into the food. "There we are, all set to begin." he said proudly.
Winry turned her head to look at Hohenheim. She tried, and failed, to stifle a laugh at his attire.
Hohenheim's eyes darkened. "What? The only apron we have is Trisha's."
"Hahaha! You could have asked for one of mine. They're less... frilly." Winry put her own apron on. She had a couple sitting around at her house; some for work and some for cooking. She slipped into her own simple apron and bandanna. The girl was an expert at getting ready for dirty work.
Hohenheim grinned a bit. "Well, perhaps I wanted to look the part for today. I think this apron suits me quite well." He smiled, folding his arms over his chest.
The mechanic started laughing again. She couldn't help it. Why was it that the Elrics, every last one of them, could always make her smile?
"Well! Now that we're all suited up, so to speak, shall we begin?" He hummed jubilantly as he started unpacking the groceries, quickly sorting them into order of importance.
Winry helped the Alchemist unpack what she had brought over, sepparating what was to be used in Badou's pie from the rest. They would have to make the pie crust themselves, considering she hadn't bought a premade one.
Hohenheim cracked his knuckles. "Now, you'll have to bear with me. I haven't made a pie in quite some time, so I might be a bit rusty at this. So, what will we be needing for Birdo's pie, first?"
"The filling is relatively easy to make, and doesn't take much time," Winry started, "so I believe it'd be best to start making the crust. That way when we finish the filling all we have to do is pour it in."
Hohenheim nodded his approval. "Well then, I propose we make all of the crusts first, this way we can go about filling them at our leisure and so we don't have to keep going back and forth between crusts and filling." That said, he grabbed a large bowl and began combining the necessary ingredients while rattling off their order in his mind. Shortening, water, milk, flour, and salt entering the bowl with an alchemist's precision as he began to mix it deftly, quickly forming a large ball of smooth dough.
Almost hypnotized, Winry watched as Hohenheim form the dough. After a few moments she snapped out of her trance. He's got the crusts covered, she thought. So the girl grabbed another bowl to start mixing the filling. Sugar, Pumpkin, Cinnamon, Ginger, Cloves, condensed milk, and eggs. Winry checked the recipe again, noting in her mind the preheat temperature for later.
Recalling that the dough needed to chill a little bit before he could form it into an adequate crust, Hohenheim quickly split the dough into two equal pieces, wrapped them in plastic, and placed them in the fridge, setting out to make another batch of dough with the same process. He glanced at Winry, focusing most of her attention on the filling that she was making when a grin crept onto his face. "Winry, would you be so kind as to help me with this?" he said to grab her attention.
Winry turned, "Sure thing. What do you need?"
She turned smack dab into his outstretched finger, which he now rested on the end of her nose with a grin. The scent of flour invaded her nostrils.
The mechanic blinked. Twice. After she fully realized what had happened a glare formed on her face as she stared down Hohenheim. Winry then smacked away his finger. "What was that for?!"
Hohenheim laughed, the grin growing wider on his face as he looked at the white spot centered right on Winry's nose. "That was for saying my manner of speaking was archaic and old."
Winry rubbed the flour off her nose and yelled at the ridiculous looking man infront of her, "Yeah! Well, " she didn't finish what she was going to say. Instead the teenaged girl grabbed a handful of flour and flung it at his face.
Hohenheim stood there, completely stunned, as everything from his shoulders up was caked in white. He blinked a few times before coughing, a large plume of flour puffing out from his face.
Winry held her stomach with one arm and pointed at Hohenheim with the other. She burst out laughing, doubled over, and slapped her knee. Now the man's face was as white as his apron.
Hohenheim looked down at the girl, the smile creeping over his face once again. He had taken note in the passed weeks that he had the tendency to act as he once did almost four hundred years ago, when his mind's age had matched that of his current body. He reached over quickly to the bag of flour on the counter and scooped it up, overturning it on the girl's head with a triumphant "HA!"
The teenager was silent. For a few moments she didn't move, but after a while she began to tremble. "Why you..." She growled and gathered all the flour she could salvage from her hair and on the floor. She threw it at Hohenheim; however to her dismay it didn't travel very far.
Hohenheim had already moved long before, sensing Winry's rising ire. He dove quickly over the table, grabbing a second bag of flour from the organized groceries and proceeded to tear it open, readying a handful. He chuckled, peering over the edge of the table. "You look quite the fool, my dear!" he teased, a grin that was startlingly reminiscent of Edward’s flashing across his face.
Hohenheim's resemblence to Ed always caught Winry off gaurd. She felt the urge to tackle him and shower him in flour-covered kisses. But she really didn't want to do this to him, she wanted it to be Ed. Her small, easily over powered boyfriend.
Winry folded her arms acrossed her chest and spoke, "Don't think I won't call Trisha in here because I WILL."
This made Hohenheim freeze, the young grin quickly fading. He blanched, but Winry couldn't tell considering he was white as a sheet already. "I..." he began slowly, "would rather prefer that you didn't."
"That's what I thought," Winry huffed. She returned to her mixing bowl.
Hohenheim watched as Winry went back to work, that damn grin appearing once again. He knew he'd get yelled at either way, and he had every intention of cleaning the mess he made. He quickly reached onto the table, dipping his fingers into the bowl of water he was using to make the dough and returned it to the flour. He packed the flour and water, transmuting them into a soft, powdery ball, like a snowball. He stood quickly and tossed it, the ball exploding with a loud puff across Winry's back.
"Alright, that's it!" Winry hollered. She tossed the bowl of pumpkin pie filling at him with her perfect aim. She was quite fed up with his games.
Hohenheim was not expecting a filling fight. The bowl sailed across the room and hit true to its mark, splattering into Hohenheim's face. Not just that, but the bowl itself stuck to his head, obscuring his features as the filling rand won his apron. Hohenheim stood there momentarily, his arms outstretched, frozen as if another assault were incoming. After a few moments, the sound of lips smacking echoed from under the bowl. "I believe the filling is done for Birdo's pie, Winry..." he trailed off.
"Yeah, well I'm done, too. Perhaps you'll be more mature tomorrow. I'll see myself out, " The pissed off teen headed out the kitchen and for the door.
Hohenheim scratched his head, the bowl still plastered to his face. His mind wandered as he nibbled on the pie filling. He had forgotten that girls, teenaged girls no less, were another matter entirely as opposed to his two teenaged boys. He peeled the bowl off of his head, ashamed that he let his younger side get the best of him once again. He looked over at the counter, at all of the orders that Winry had to go about making. He rubbed his chin in thought, smearing the pumpkin pie filling even more over his features. It wouldn't do any good to fetch Winry now to finish what they began, but he also didn't want to make her upset by just doing her work for her. After a few moments, a thought occurred to him and he set about his work, cleaning himself and making the necessary amount of crusts, setting them out for Winry to come and fill at her leisure. However, he took it upon himself to finish one pie, leaving it on the windowsill for Winry's return, a note alongside of it reading "My apologies for angering you, Winry. I did not want to finish your work for you, but I did finish my part in making all of the crusts. You’ll find them in the fridge when you are ready to continue. Instead, I took the time to bake a pie for someone I felt could use the little energy burst while working. I do hope you enjoy it.”
What: Pie baking!
When: Thursday, mid-day
Where: Elrics' New House
Why: Winry needed help filling out pie orders. There were so many requests this time!
Hohenheim sat in the kitchen to the new home that Edward had paid to reconstruct, enjoying a book for perhaps the third time. He flipped through the pages casually as he awaited his cooking partner for the day's activities. He was rather looking forward to baking today. For one, he hadn't really done much baking as of late, what with caring for his pregnant wife and all, and secondly, he hadn't really gotten much of a chance to spend time with Winry. He felt that it was best to bridge that gap considering she and Edward were together, and he wanted to play a more active role in their lives.
Winry knocked at the front door. When she was little she was so familiar with the Elric house that she had felt comfortable just walking in. However it had been a long time since then, and it was quite different now. The blond mechanic waited patiently at the door with a list of pie orders and ingredients in her arms.
Hohenheim closed his book and tossed it onto the table as he made his way to the door. He pulled it open and looked down at the young woman who was very much like a daughter to him. "Ah, good morning, Winry! Allow me to help you with those." he smiled as he took the groceries from Winry's arms, leading the way into the kitchen.
"Oh, thanks." Winry walked inside, entering the house properly for the first time. "I have a list, but... a friend of mine is supposed to be dropping off some of the fruit at a later date. So I guess we'll just stick to... these?" She held up a few orders as she strolled into the kitchen and placed them on a counter top.
Hohenheim wandered over and peered at the orders on the counter top. Not too hard, he surmised. He was familiar with all of the recipes to a certain degree. "Very well then," he grinned. "This shouldn't be too hard. Which would you like to start on first?"
Winry shrugged. It didn't matter to her. The young girl shuffled the order and picked the one that was on top. Badou's Pumpkin Pie.
As Winry began shuffling the orders, Hohenheim donned his apron. A white, frilly one at that. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and proceeded to tie it into a makeshift bandanna, pulling his long hair back so that none would fall into the food. "There we are, all set to begin." he said proudly.
Winry turned her head to look at Hohenheim. She tried, and failed, to stifle a laugh at his attire.
Hohenheim's eyes darkened. "What? The only apron we have is Trisha's."
"Hahaha! You could have asked for one of mine. They're less... frilly." Winry put her own apron on. She had a couple sitting around at her house; some for work and some for cooking. She slipped into her own simple apron and bandanna. The girl was an expert at getting ready for dirty work.
Hohenheim grinned a bit. "Well, perhaps I wanted to look the part for today. I think this apron suits me quite well." He smiled, folding his arms over his chest.
The mechanic started laughing again. She couldn't help it. Why was it that the Elrics, every last one of them, could always make her smile?
"Well! Now that we're all suited up, so to speak, shall we begin?" He hummed jubilantly as he started unpacking the groceries, quickly sorting them into order of importance.
Winry helped the Alchemist unpack what she had brought over, sepparating what was to be used in Badou's pie from the rest. They would have to make the pie crust themselves, considering she hadn't bought a premade one.
Hohenheim cracked his knuckles. "Now, you'll have to bear with me. I haven't made a pie in quite some time, so I might be a bit rusty at this. So, what will we be needing for Birdo's pie, first?"
"The filling is relatively easy to make, and doesn't take much time," Winry started, "so I believe it'd be best to start making the crust. That way when we finish the filling all we have to do is pour it in."
Hohenheim nodded his approval. "Well then, I propose we make all of the crusts first, this way we can go about filling them at our leisure and so we don't have to keep going back and forth between crusts and filling." That said, he grabbed a large bowl and began combining the necessary ingredients while rattling off their order in his mind. Shortening, water, milk, flour, and salt entering the bowl with an alchemist's precision as he began to mix it deftly, quickly forming a large ball of smooth dough.
Almost hypnotized, Winry watched as Hohenheim form the dough. After a few moments she snapped out of her trance. He's got the crusts covered, she thought. So the girl grabbed another bowl to start mixing the filling. Sugar, Pumpkin, Cinnamon, Ginger, Cloves, condensed milk, and eggs. Winry checked the recipe again, noting in her mind the preheat temperature for later.
Recalling that the dough needed to chill a little bit before he could form it into an adequate crust, Hohenheim quickly split the dough into two equal pieces, wrapped them in plastic, and placed them in the fridge, setting out to make another batch of dough with the same process. He glanced at Winry, focusing most of her attention on the filling that she was making when a grin crept onto his face. "Winry, would you be so kind as to help me with this?" he said to grab her attention.
Winry turned, "Sure thing. What do you need?"
She turned smack dab into his outstretched finger, which he now rested on the end of her nose with a grin. The scent of flour invaded her nostrils.
The mechanic blinked. Twice. After she fully realized what had happened a glare formed on her face as she stared down Hohenheim. Winry then smacked away his finger. "What was that for?!"
Hohenheim laughed, the grin growing wider on his face as he looked at the white spot centered right on Winry's nose. "That was for saying my manner of speaking was archaic and old."
Winry rubbed the flour off her nose and yelled at the ridiculous looking man infront of her, "Yeah! Well, " she didn't finish what she was going to say. Instead the teenaged girl grabbed a handful of flour and flung it at his face.
Hohenheim stood there, completely stunned, as everything from his shoulders up was caked in white. He blinked a few times before coughing, a large plume of flour puffing out from his face.
Winry held her stomach with one arm and pointed at Hohenheim with the other. She burst out laughing, doubled over, and slapped her knee. Now the man's face was as white as his apron.
Hohenheim looked down at the girl, the smile creeping over his face once again. He had taken note in the passed weeks that he had the tendency to act as he once did almost four hundred years ago, when his mind's age had matched that of his current body. He reached over quickly to the bag of flour on the counter and scooped it up, overturning it on the girl's head with a triumphant "HA!"
The teenager was silent. For a few moments she didn't move, but after a while she began to tremble. "Why you..." She growled and gathered all the flour she could salvage from her hair and on the floor. She threw it at Hohenheim; however to her dismay it didn't travel very far.
Hohenheim had already moved long before, sensing Winry's rising ire. He dove quickly over the table, grabbing a second bag of flour from the organized groceries and proceeded to tear it open, readying a handful. He chuckled, peering over the edge of the table. "You look quite the fool, my dear!" he teased, a grin that was startlingly reminiscent of Edward’s flashing across his face.
Hohenheim's resemblence to Ed always caught Winry off gaurd. She felt the urge to tackle him and shower him in flour-covered kisses. But she really didn't want to do this to him, she wanted it to be Ed. Her small, easily over powered boyfriend.
Winry folded her arms acrossed her chest and spoke, "Don't think I won't call Trisha in here because I WILL."
This made Hohenheim freeze, the young grin quickly fading. He blanched, but Winry couldn't tell considering he was white as a sheet already. "I..." he began slowly, "would rather prefer that you didn't."
"That's what I thought," Winry huffed. She returned to her mixing bowl.
Hohenheim watched as Winry went back to work, that damn grin appearing once again. He knew he'd get yelled at either way, and he had every intention of cleaning the mess he made. He quickly reached onto the table, dipping his fingers into the bowl of water he was using to make the dough and returned it to the flour. He packed the flour and water, transmuting them into a soft, powdery ball, like a snowball. He stood quickly and tossed it, the ball exploding with a loud puff across Winry's back.
"Alright, that's it!" Winry hollered. She tossed the bowl of pumpkin pie filling at him with her perfect aim. She was quite fed up with his games.
Hohenheim was not expecting a filling fight. The bowl sailed across the room and hit true to its mark, splattering into Hohenheim's face. Not just that, but the bowl itself stuck to his head, obscuring his features as the filling rand won his apron. Hohenheim stood there momentarily, his arms outstretched, frozen as if another assault were incoming. After a few moments, the sound of lips smacking echoed from under the bowl. "I believe the filling is done for Birdo's pie, Winry..." he trailed off.
"Yeah, well I'm done, too. Perhaps you'll be more mature tomorrow. I'll see myself out, " The pissed off teen headed out the kitchen and for the door.
Hohenheim scratched his head, the bowl still plastered to his face. His mind wandered as he nibbled on the pie filling. He had forgotten that girls, teenaged girls no less, were another matter entirely as opposed to his two teenaged boys. He peeled the bowl off of his head, ashamed that he let his younger side get the best of him once again. He looked over at the counter, at all of the orders that Winry had to go about making. He rubbed his chin in thought, smearing the pumpkin pie filling even more over his features. It wouldn't do any good to fetch Winry now to finish what they began, but he also didn't want to make her upset by just doing her work for her. After a few moments, a thought occurred to him and he set about his work, cleaning himself and making the necessary amount of crusts, setting them out for Winry to come and fill at her leisure. However, he took it upon himself to finish one pie, leaving it on the windowsill for Winry's return, a note alongside of it reading "My apologies for angering you, Winry. I did not want to finish your work for you, but I did finish my part in making all of the crusts. You’ll find them in the fridge when you are ready to continue. Instead, I took the time to bake a pie for someone I felt could use the little energy burst while working. I do hope you enjoy it.”