The day of Doc's birth has come around again -- he's now 67 years old. He doesn't really feel 67, but it's still what he is. He feels there ought to be some celebration surrounding this fact. Nothing special, just something he can treat himself with
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(This particular someone is always lurking in the kitchen.)
Luckily, this someone already knows and kind of likes Doc, so there will be no confrontation. Chuck will be nice. Chuck will let Doc have some ice cream.
"Hey."
He'll also talk to him! Gasp!
He must be in a good mood, today. (He is!)
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He points at said cabinet. "I... think there are some left."
It's not like he ate those, too, or anything. Not straight out of the container. Nope.
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He nods and heads over to the cabinet. Sure enough, there's a little left in the container. "Thanks." Doc puts it on the counter and opens the fridge again, searching for some whipped cream. "Thought I'd make myself a sundae in honor of the occasion," he adds as he looks.
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He used to give his students stickers. He has no stickers.
Mental note: Get stickers.
"You know, a cake would be better."
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He is mostly joking.
"Well, maybe you can't, but I can."
Yes, Doc, this is Chuck's very indirect way of offering to make you a birthday cake.
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He turns slightly at the next statement, looking curious. "Really?" No offense, Chuck, Doc just didn't think you were the baking type.
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"With the way I eat, I had to learn how to cook. Otherwise, my wife would've been behind the stove twenty four-seven."
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"I do not make inedible things!" he says, looking offended. "I will make you the best birthday cake ever! SO THERE."
Chuck glances at his watch. "Come back in an hour, unless you want to watch the master at work."
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"I'll stay and watch," he says, smiling. "You've sparked my curiosity. Besides, you might need someone to fetch equipment."
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Baking this cake may take a little longer than usual, if only because Chuck wants to savor this. FINALLY, someone in this city who respects him. It's about damn time.
"Alright. I will require... an apron."
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"Of course," Doc agrees, and starts a search of the kitchen. He finds one tucked away on a cupboard shelf, folded up neatly. He hands it over to Chuck. "There we are." One item down.
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He is very familiar with the locations of certain foodstuffs in this kitchen.
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