[semi-locked] It's in your eyes, a colour fade out//Looks like a new transition

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[[OOC: Locked to Phoebe Donovan, forward-dated to Monday]]
Mio and Phoebe have been sent on a mission for Torchwood to check out the ruins of the Neverending Hallway in what was formerly the Conrad's basement. They've been down there for about an hour or so, taking readings with various sensors and seeing what little in the way of personal

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Robin Rice is wandering into the Kashtta's kitchen to check on the stock levels inside the cupboards. He does this a few times a week while he makes a fresh pot of coffee. There is generally a new pot needed every few hours, and he insists on making it himself.

No one else knows how, according to him.

It only takes him a minute to figure out what Luka is doing, and when he does, he leans over the bowl. "You know that generally works better when you use an electric mixer instead of trying to stir that thick batter by hand... well, spoon."

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Mio would protest that she knows how to make coffee perfectly well, thank you, and that Ianto is even more of a coffee master than she is. However, Mio is not in this thread, so the narration insists that she STFU and go elsewhere.

"Mixer?" Luka asks. "I don't know what it looks like, so I couldn't find it."

There is a pause. "You look familiar." Once, a very long time ago, before Luka was known as Luka, she harassed Robin out in Cicero about the reason angels felt different to her than regular humans. She doesn't quite remember the contents of that conversation right now, but she does remember Robin's face as someone she's met before.

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The narration is positive that Ianto and Mio can make fantastic coffee. However, Robin is a hobag. He will always insist irrationally that his is the best.

"I will find one for you," he tells her, going to the exact cabinet that the mixer is located in and pulling it down.

There is a pause after her pause and admission. Robin looks at her and then it clicks. "Jesus," he breathes out. "I knew my memory had begun to suffer, but I do remember talking to you. It's been a long while, hasn't it? Glad to see you're in one piece still."

Hey, that's saying a lot in a city like this!

"You've got to put that dough into the mixer like so and then you... push that button to make it mix."

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This narration thinks that Mio and Robin might need to hang out sometime. They're too similar a lot of the time, including being overly pretentious about their chosen skill sets. (Though Mio will allow that Robin may have a better knowledge of coffee than her, if he ever tries to insist similar things with tea, well...Mio would never be able to let something like that slide.)

"You told me about angels," Luka remembers. "And there was hot chocolate."

It is saying a lot for Chicago! And especially considering Luka was in the hospital in a coma less than a month ago, although Luka would protest that doesn't count because she wasn't in any danger of being chopped into pieces from that.

Luka plugs the mixer in and pushes the button Robin indicates and the beaters whirr to life. She watches fascinatedly as the mixer mixes the dough. "Some of the dough is getting stuck on the sides of the bowl," she points out. "Should I try to scrape it off?"

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They should definitely hang out sometime. It would be incredibly amusing if they were both overly pretentious at each other. They could both claim to be the best coffeemaker/tea maker and bask in their talents.

"Yes, and if there was a hot chocolate, it must have happened at least a year ago if not more," Robin says, trying to think back as to exactly when it happened. "It's difficult to remember the exact time frame, but that happens when you get a lot of memories."

Which happens when someone is old. Ahem.

He glances at her, smiling a little at the fascination with which she watches something that he's so accustomed too. "Yes, you should. If you have a..." Robin pulls out a rubber scraper and hands it to her. "Scrape it off so it'll all mix properly in the center. Should do the trick. Already have all your ingredients in?"

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"It was close to when I first came, so it was probably um...I guess that would be close to two years ago." Luka has difficulty with time frames as well, but a lot of that is because she didn't have a lot of long term memories for a long time.

Luka nods as she takes the scraper from Robin.. "I put in the butter, and the granulated sugar and the brown sugar and the vanilla extract and the eggs and mixed it together, and then I put in the flour and the baking soda and the salt," Luka says. "I'm trying to mix in the chocolate chips now and then I can put them on the baking sheet."

Luka temporarily stops the mixer so she can scrape down the sides and deposit all of the dough back in the center of the mixing bowl. "Like this?" she asks.

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"Bloody hell," Robin mutters, hand on the back of his neck as he tries to adjust to that fact. "Two years. I'm not entirely used to being anywhere long enough to have the year become plural."

Seeing as it's been so long, it truly is a miracle that they are both alive and still in Chicago. They must be some of the few left.

"You're all set then, other than the chocolate chips." He looks over the counter, frowning a bit. "Are you doing this from memory or is there actually a recipe lying around somewhere?"

He watches her work and nods. "Perfect," Robin confirms. "Is this your first time baking cookies?"

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"I've got a recipe," Luka says. If Robin looks carefully, there's a slightly crumpled photocopy from a recipe book lying on the counter. It's covered in flour and bits of dough, much like the the rest of the counter in the immediate vicinity, so it's pretty easy to miss.

She nods. "I've never baked anything before," she says. "I've never done anything much more complicated than heating up soup on the stove but I thought I'd try to teach myself to cook. And cookies are tasty and good for sharing."

Luka adds the rest of the chocolate chips and mixes them in. Brushing the flour off the recipe, she reads the next part. "Drop by rounded tablespoon onto ungreased baking sheets. So I need baking sheets...those are these flat metal trays, right?" Luka says, pulling out some cookie sheets from a cupboard. "What does 'drop by rounded tablespoon' mean?"

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((OOC: FWAH. LJ never sent me a notif for this, but I wanted to apologize for dropping it. I'm writing a tag back but don't worry about tagging it b ack since it's been so long ;_; ILU LUKA.))

Robin does look carefully, smiling a little at the sight of the flour and the dough... all over the place. Well. They will have to thorough clean once the cookies have been made.

"I wouldn't have guessed it was your absolute first time. You're doing... well," he says. Compliments have always been difficult for him to give, but he's managing, okay? "Cookies are a good place to start. They're where many people start when making their first recipe."

He watches as she continues, throwing in any advice that he has as she works. "You're right. Those are exactly right," Robin agrees, and then he picks out a tablespoon that's round shaped and hands it to her. "That's what it means. A tablespoon that's in a round shape. That part is more for looks than anything else. Once the dough is finished, the hard part is over."

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((OOC: No worries! I always love Rizzy tags. :3))

They will have to clean, but Luka is good at cleaning. Cleaning was one of her chores at the Laboratory, and she also keeps her own apartment clean at the Estates too. So she will not have too much trouble cleaning up all of the stuff that everywhere as long as she can find the cleaning supplies.

"Really?" Luka asks. She's not as pathetically desperate for praise as she was when she came through the Rift, but the knowledge that she is doing something right always make me happy. And even two years later, it's still unexpected every time.

Luka takes the tablespoon and starts placing round glops on the baking sheets. The size of the dough balls can be a little bit erratic sometimes, but they're more or less all similarly sized. "Okay!" Luka says. "Now we just put them in the oven, right?"

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[OOC: Yaaay :>]

Robin nods when she asks really, and he is actually smiling as he continues to help her finish up the cookies. "You are really quite good," he says again, glad to give her a compliment if it means so much to her.

All of the cookies look good in their spots, and he glances at the oven which is already set to the correct temperature.

"Exactly." He opens up the oven, indicating for her to slide it in. "Be careful that your hands don't touch the sides of the oven or anything, and you've got it. Fairly simple, aren't they?"

It certainly isn't anything too difficult, but he's been baking for a long time. It's almost second nature to him, rarely does he even use a recipe.

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Luka gives Robin one of her rare smiles. It's small, but it's definitely there.

Luka slides the cookie sheet into the oven. "Once I figured out the mixer it wasn't too hard. Okay, now we just need to bake them for 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown." Luka sets the oven timer, and then she starts putting all of the baking equipment--except for the mixer, of course--in the sink. She might as well use the time while the cookies are baking to get started on the clean up.