Prose log with Watari
Who: Faylen and Watari
What: Faylen needs help with her Valentine's day plot.
Where: the kitchen!
“Hey, boss-man!” Faylen said bursting open the door to the kitchen. She tossed her apron towards the wall since she was now officially DONE with her shift. The best part of working was definitely when it was over. Normally she’d just throw her apron in the backroom and run, but she had a mission today.
Watari was used to this. It was an everyday occurrence by now (including Faylen's filching) and why he put up with it he didn't know. "Faylen," he replied shortly as he watched a batch of tarts in the oven.
Faylen made her way over to where Watari was standing, bending down to look at the tarts as well. “Whatcha making?” she asked, a little awkwardly bouncing back and forth on her heels.
Watari cast her a glance, knowing something was up by her show of interest. "Strawberry tarts," he replied shortly, turning to spread out the strawberries and the sauce and whipped cream.
“Oo, those sound yummy,” She said. Faylen normally wasn’t too bad at asking for what she wanted, but Watari made her nervous sometimes. She always tried to be more lively around him hoping that maybe he’d stop being so…so…well Watari and more like a person. “Hey…are ya busy?” she asked, looking up from the tarts with an innocent face.
Faylen earned herself another look, going from the tarts back to her and the tarts again, not feeling it necessary to actually answer the question.
This was why she felt awkward around him, he wouldn’t TALK. She was used to people who wouldn’t shut up. “Ok then,” she said kicking at an imaginary rock. “Since your not busy do ya think you could maybe help me with something?”
Mental sighs didn't begin to cover the feelings Faylen gave Watari. "What?" he sighed, going to check the tarts again.
“You don’t have to do much!” Faylen said quickly. “I just wanted ta know if I could borrow the kitchen for awhile…”
"Why?" Watari's initial reaction was obviously suspicion, and he never left his kitchen to anyone - ever.
Faylen blushed looking down at the question. “Well with the holiday coming up I wanted ta make some stuff for…and ya know there’s lots of good stuff in the kitchen so it’d be cool if ya let me use it.”
"I won't let you use it without a good reason," Watari countered, not liking the shifty sounding excuse.
“How is that not a good reason?!” Faylen shouted back at him. “I can’t just buy something for him. I want it to be from me!”
Ah, so it was for a boy. What was the holiday coming up? Valentine's right. That explained why Kinnison suggested all the treats shaped like hearts... "Well, what do you want to make?"
Faylen was beat red by this point. “I don’t really know. Something real sweet…oo maybe something like balls of sugar! He’d like that I think.”
"No." He didn't even have to think about the reply, it was that automatic. "Do you have any idea how disgusting that tastes?"
“Well just cause I think that much sugar would taste bad doesn’t mean he would,” she complained not seeing the problem.
"Faylen, sugar is good, but just eating balls of sugar is anything but. And to get them to stick you have to bake them and baked sugar smells awful and tastes worse," Watari informed her shortly.
“Oh,” she said taking his word for it. “Do ya got any ideas then? I’m not good with this baking stuff. I mean, I can cook! But like…we never had a kitchen so I don’t know what to do with ovens…”
"Well, what do you plan on making him?" Watari pressed. "Cookies? Brownies? Cupcakes? A cake?"
“Everything!” Faylen replied. “I’ve got until Saturday right? I wanna make lots of everything. A big cake, brownies, cookies, lots and lots of frosting…umm…”
If Watari was the sort of person to bang his head against the wall, he would be doing it right now. "Well, you'll have to wait till the tarts are done for this last customer before I can help. We'll start small with the cookies. Go get me some more flour and look in the ice-box for frosting."
“OK!” Faylen said, almost ready to salute in excitement. Her plans may actually work. This weekend was going to be great. She grabbed the large bag of flour and dragged it over to the counter and followed closely by the largest (and the fullest) container of frosting she knew was in the ice box.
Watari was busy filling the tarts with strawberries and drizzling them with the sauce. "Right. Now go get me one of my mixing bowls."
“Ok!” Faylen said again, running off to do that errand to. When she was excited she could be a good worker. It was only when she got bored that she would start filching and being really slow about it. “Sugar next?” she asked setting the bowl on the counter.
"Vanilla, baking soda, baking powder, two eggs, two sticks of butter, and oatmeal," he ignored her question in favor of the rest of the list as he carefully began to arrange the whipped cream.
“Oatmeal?” Faylen repeated suspiciously. That didn’t sound like a cookie…that sounded healthy! “Hey! I thought we were making sugary things.”
Watari nodded "We are. But sugar does not make a cookie. You need a bunch of other things to give it the flavor and make it taste right."
“I still don’t get why we need oatmeal” Faylen muttered going to get the rest of the ingredients anyway. She figured that even if these turned out bad, once she knew how to use the oven and stuff she could sneak in later and do it right.
"It's not the kind you think," Watari said, putting the whipped cream down and showing her what he meant - pulling out a bag of round, pale cream flakes. "Oatmeal," he said, slapping them onto the counter. "Now get the other ingredients."
“I did!” she said, dropping them all in a heap next to the mixing bowl. She was pouting now, not getting why Watari was such a jerk. “So what kind of cookies are we making?”
"Chocolate chip," he replied shortly. They were the easiest to make and good sellers.
“Oh those are good!” she said, less worried now that she knew they were making something normal. “Ok, so we mix everything up and then put in the oven right? That’s not hard.”
"In a certain order," Watari boxed up the tarts and wrapped them in a small package for the customer. "You can't just throw them all in and mash away."
“But…they all end up together in the end…” Faylen was confused, but since she knew Watari’s sweets were good she’d take his word for it. She really wanted Roy to like this after all. “So what’s the order? Common! We got lots to make!”
"First put in the two sticks of butter in, then add one cup of brown sugar and two eegs and mix all of that together," he instructed, handing off the package to the customer.
Faylen followed the instructions, even managing to keep the eggshells out of the batter. However, still convinced that Watari didn’t understand just how important the sugar was to this, she added triple what he told her too when he was busy with the package. “Mmm, this tastes good too,” she said licking off the finger she’d just swiped into the bowl. “Maybe I should just make a bowl of this too.”
Watari came over and looked at the amount of matter in it. It was far to much for what he had told her. But he said nothing. She would learn by her mistakes or not at all. "Now add vanilla, baking soda and powder, salt, and flour and mix all that in."
Faylen bit the bottom of her lip as she furiously mixed the new ingredients in, it was getting hard to do with all the new powders. “Now the chocolate chips?” she asked trying to think ahead of the recipe.
He nodded. "Yes. Chocolate chips and pecans."
“Pecans?” she asked. “Oh! Are those the nut things that are in them to?” She added both of them to the mixing bowl, straining now to get the spoon to move.
"Yes," he crouched to pull out cookie sheets and adjust the temperature of the ovens.
“What are you doing?” she asked crouching with him to watch him fiddle with the oven. She needed to know what was going on in case she had to sneak in later after all.
"Adjusting the temperature," he gave her an odd look. "Different sweets cook and different temperatures."
“Well yeah…I’m not stupid…” she said lowly. “I wanted ta see how ya did it. Oven’s are new.”
"It depends on how much wood and coal you feel it," Watari explained. "I added some coals to get it a bit hotter for the bookies and you use this to tell the temperature." He tapped a small metal circle with numbers etched on it.
“Oh ok!” Faylen said, storing that information away. She did want to learn how to cook for real eventually. It seemed like something she should know. “Ok, so now we make them round and put them in the oven and then we get cookies!”
"More or less. They should stay in for about eight minutes a piece, possibly nine," he stuck a few sheets in and closed the door.
Faylen nodded, looking back up from the oven. “That’s easy enough!” she said, feeling excited again. “It’s going to be so awesome!”
Watari didn't think she'd feel that way when she bit into her first cookie. "You can prepare the other sheets while those cook and clean up your mess." He hated a messy kitchen with a passion.
Faylen grumbled a little when cleaning was mentioned, but kept making the cookies. It would be worth it, even the cleaning part. “Hey boss-man,” she said, going over to him before starting the clean up. “Thanks!” she gave him a quick hug and got back to work.
Now that he had not expected, and was still a bit uncomfortable with hugging and such if it wasn't Kinnison. "Right," he grumbled, moving to clean up his own mess and watch the cookies.
Faylen quickly cleaned up, probably not as thoroughly as she should have, but the flour and bits of egg were off the counter. “So tomorrow or something you can show me how to do cakes and stuff right?”
"Yes, but only after we're closed," he warned her, noting the cookie were almost ready.
“Ok, I’ll come back every night after close so I can get everything made!” Faylen said with a nod. “He better appreciate it.”
Watari made no comment and drew out the cookies, setting them on the counter to cool and putting the other trays in.
Great, he wasn’t talking again Faylen thought to herself. That still annoyed her even if she was happy to be getting this help. “Even if you put them in the oven it still counts as me making it right?”
"If you wish to see it that way," he shrugged, taking the now empty bowl and filling it with hot water to soak for a bit.
“Awesome!” she said. “So I won’t be lyin’ when I say it.” She grabbed one of the cookies off the tray, passing it back and forth between her hands because it was really hot. “I should probably get going before Roy gets himself into trouble or something…I always worry he’s gonna when I’m not there.”
Watari figured it was unwise to make a statement about how he thought Roy got into trouble whether she was there or not, and made no move to touch the cookies despite his sweet tooth. "Pack up your cookies before you go. I'm not responsible for them."
“O..ofka,” she said around a bite of her cookie. She grabbed one of the containers she knew was in the cupboard and started pulling the hot cookies off the tray and into it with an “ow” after each one.
Watari watched her eating it, wondering when she was going to realize she had put far too much sugar in the things.
She finished her chore and stood on her tiptoes to get the container onto the top shelf where no one else could get to them. She was a bandit, she knew her cookies wouldn’t be there later if she didn’t protect them. “Thanks again!” she said, taking another bite out of the cookie, making an odd face at it. “’ee ah!”
Watari cocked a brow. "What's wrong?"
Faylen looked at him weirdly. “Nothing!” she affirmed. “Best cookie ever!”
"All of you are awful liars," he informed her primly.
Faylen just stuck her tongue out at him and pushed open the door to leave. “I am not.”
"See you tomorrow," Watari waved idly.
What: Faylen needs help with her Valentine's day plot.
Where: the kitchen!
“Hey, boss-man!” Faylen said bursting open the door to the kitchen. She tossed her apron towards the wall since she was now officially DONE with her shift. The best part of working was definitely when it was over. Normally she’d just throw her apron in the backroom and run, but she had a mission today.
Watari was used to this. It was an everyday occurrence by now (including Faylen's filching) and why he put up with it he didn't know. "Faylen," he replied shortly as he watched a batch of tarts in the oven.
Faylen made her way over to where Watari was standing, bending down to look at the tarts as well. “Whatcha making?” she asked, a little awkwardly bouncing back and forth on her heels.
Watari cast her a glance, knowing something was up by her show of interest. "Strawberry tarts," he replied shortly, turning to spread out the strawberries and the sauce and whipped cream.
“Oo, those sound yummy,” She said. Faylen normally wasn’t too bad at asking for what she wanted, but Watari made her nervous sometimes. She always tried to be more lively around him hoping that maybe he’d stop being so…so…well Watari and more like a person. “Hey…are ya busy?” she asked, looking up from the tarts with an innocent face.
Faylen earned herself another look, going from the tarts back to her and the tarts again, not feeling it necessary to actually answer the question.
This was why she felt awkward around him, he wouldn’t TALK. She was used to people who wouldn’t shut up. “Ok then,” she said kicking at an imaginary rock. “Since your not busy do ya think you could maybe help me with something?”
Mental sighs didn't begin to cover the feelings Faylen gave Watari. "What?" he sighed, going to check the tarts again.
“You don’t have to do much!” Faylen said quickly. “I just wanted ta know if I could borrow the kitchen for awhile…”
"Why?" Watari's initial reaction was obviously suspicion, and he never left his kitchen to anyone - ever.
Faylen blushed looking down at the question. “Well with the holiday coming up I wanted ta make some stuff for…and ya know there’s lots of good stuff in the kitchen so it’d be cool if ya let me use it.”
"I won't let you use it without a good reason," Watari countered, not liking the shifty sounding excuse.
“How is that not a good reason?!” Faylen shouted back at him. “I can’t just buy something for him. I want it to be from me!”
Ah, so it was for a boy. What was the holiday coming up? Valentine's right. That explained why Kinnison suggested all the treats shaped like hearts... "Well, what do you want to make?"
Faylen was beat red by this point. “I don’t really know. Something real sweet…oo maybe something like balls of sugar! He’d like that I think.”
"No." He didn't even have to think about the reply, it was that automatic. "Do you have any idea how disgusting that tastes?"
“Well just cause I think that much sugar would taste bad doesn’t mean he would,” she complained not seeing the problem.
"Faylen, sugar is good, but just eating balls of sugar is anything but. And to get them to stick you have to bake them and baked sugar smells awful and tastes worse," Watari informed her shortly.
“Oh,” she said taking his word for it. “Do ya got any ideas then? I’m not good with this baking stuff. I mean, I can cook! But like…we never had a kitchen so I don’t know what to do with ovens…”
"Well, what do you plan on making him?" Watari pressed. "Cookies? Brownies? Cupcakes? A cake?"
“Everything!” Faylen replied. “I’ve got until Saturday right? I wanna make lots of everything. A big cake, brownies, cookies, lots and lots of frosting…umm…”
If Watari was the sort of person to bang his head against the wall, he would be doing it right now. "Well, you'll have to wait till the tarts are done for this last customer before I can help. We'll start small with the cookies. Go get me some more flour and look in the ice-box for frosting."
“OK!” Faylen said, almost ready to salute in excitement. Her plans may actually work. This weekend was going to be great. She grabbed the large bag of flour and dragged it over to the counter and followed closely by the largest (and the fullest) container of frosting she knew was in the ice box.
Watari was busy filling the tarts with strawberries and drizzling them with the sauce. "Right. Now go get me one of my mixing bowls."
“Ok!” Faylen said again, running off to do that errand to. When she was excited she could be a good worker. It was only when she got bored that she would start filching and being really slow about it. “Sugar next?” she asked setting the bowl on the counter.
"Vanilla, baking soda, baking powder, two eggs, two sticks of butter, and oatmeal," he ignored her question in favor of the rest of the list as he carefully began to arrange the whipped cream.
“Oatmeal?” Faylen repeated suspiciously. That didn’t sound like a cookie…that sounded healthy! “Hey! I thought we were making sugary things.”
Watari nodded "We are. But sugar does not make a cookie. You need a bunch of other things to give it the flavor and make it taste right."
“I still don’t get why we need oatmeal” Faylen muttered going to get the rest of the ingredients anyway. She figured that even if these turned out bad, once she knew how to use the oven and stuff she could sneak in later and do it right.
"It's not the kind you think," Watari said, putting the whipped cream down and showing her what he meant - pulling out a bag of round, pale cream flakes. "Oatmeal," he said, slapping them onto the counter. "Now get the other ingredients."
“I did!” she said, dropping them all in a heap next to the mixing bowl. She was pouting now, not getting why Watari was such a jerk. “So what kind of cookies are we making?”
"Chocolate chip," he replied shortly. They were the easiest to make and good sellers.
“Oh those are good!” she said, less worried now that she knew they were making something normal. “Ok, so we mix everything up and then put in the oven right? That’s not hard.”
"In a certain order," Watari boxed up the tarts and wrapped them in a small package for the customer. "You can't just throw them all in and mash away."
“But…they all end up together in the end…” Faylen was confused, but since she knew Watari’s sweets were good she’d take his word for it. She really wanted Roy to like this after all. “So what’s the order? Common! We got lots to make!”
"First put in the two sticks of butter in, then add one cup of brown sugar and two eegs and mix all of that together," he instructed, handing off the package to the customer.
Faylen followed the instructions, even managing to keep the eggshells out of the batter. However, still convinced that Watari didn’t understand just how important the sugar was to this, she added triple what he told her too when he was busy with the package. “Mmm, this tastes good too,” she said licking off the finger she’d just swiped into the bowl. “Maybe I should just make a bowl of this too.”
Watari came over and looked at the amount of matter in it. It was far to much for what he had told her. But he said nothing. She would learn by her mistakes or not at all. "Now add vanilla, baking soda and powder, salt, and flour and mix all that in."
Faylen bit the bottom of her lip as she furiously mixed the new ingredients in, it was getting hard to do with all the new powders. “Now the chocolate chips?” she asked trying to think ahead of the recipe.
He nodded. "Yes. Chocolate chips and pecans."
“Pecans?” she asked. “Oh! Are those the nut things that are in them to?” She added both of them to the mixing bowl, straining now to get the spoon to move.
"Yes," he crouched to pull out cookie sheets and adjust the temperature of the ovens.
“What are you doing?” she asked crouching with him to watch him fiddle with the oven. She needed to know what was going on in case she had to sneak in later after all.
"Adjusting the temperature," he gave her an odd look. "Different sweets cook and different temperatures."
“Well yeah…I’m not stupid…” she said lowly. “I wanted ta see how ya did it. Oven’s are new.”
"It depends on how much wood and coal you feel it," Watari explained. "I added some coals to get it a bit hotter for the bookies and you use this to tell the temperature." He tapped a small metal circle with numbers etched on it.
“Oh ok!” Faylen said, storing that information away. She did want to learn how to cook for real eventually. It seemed like something she should know. “Ok, so now we make them round and put them in the oven and then we get cookies!”
"More or less. They should stay in for about eight minutes a piece, possibly nine," he stuck a few sheets in and closed the door.
Faylen nodded, looking back up from the oven. “That’s easy enough!” she said, feeling excited again. “It’s going to be so awesome!”
Watari didn't think she'd feel that way when she bit into her first cookie. "You can prepare the other sheets while those cook and clean up your mess." He hated a messy kitchen with a passion.
Faylen grumbled a little when cleaning was mentioned, but kept making the cookies. It would be worth it, even the cleaning part. “Hey boss-man,” she said, going over to him before starting the clean up. “Thanks!” she gave him a quick hug and got back to work.
Now that he had not expected, and was still a bit uncomfortable with hugging and such if it wasn't Kinnison. "Right," he grumbled, moving to clean up his own mess and watch the cookies.
Faylen quickly cleaned up, probably not as thoroughly as she should have, but the flour and bits of egg were off the counter. “So tomorrow or something you can show me how to do cakes and stuff right?”
"Yes, but only after we're closed," he warned her, noting the cookie were almost ready.
“Ok, I’ll come back every night after close so I can get everything made!” Faylen said with a nod. “He better appreciate it.”
Watari made no comment and drew out the cookies, setting them on the counter to cool and putting the other trays in.
Great, he wasn’t talking again Faylen thought to herself. That still annoyed her even if she was happy to be getting this help. “Even if you put them in the oven it still counts as me making it right?”
"If you wish to see it that way," he shrugged, taking the now empty bowl and filling it with hot water to soak for a bit.
“Awesome!” she said. “So I won’t be lyin’ when I say it.” She grabbed one of the cookies off the tray, passing it back and forth between her hands because it was really hot. “I should probably get going before Roy gets himself into trouble or something…I always worry he’s gonna when I’m not there.”
Watari figured it was unwise to make a statement about how he thought Roy got into trouble whether she was there or not, and made no move to touch the cookies despite his sweet tooth. "Pack up your cookies before you go. I'm not responsible for them."
“O..ofka,” she said around a bite of her cookie. She grabbed one of the containers she knew was in the cupboard and started pulling the hot cookies off the tray and into it with an “ow” after each one.
Watari watched her eating it, wondering when she was going to realize she had put far too much sugar in the things.
She finished her chore and stood on her tiptoes to get the container onto the top shelf where no one else could get to them. She was a bandit, she knew her cookies wouldn’t be there later if she didn’t protect them. “Thanks again!” she said, taking another bite out of the cookie, making an odd face at it. “’ee ah!”
Watari cocked a brow. "What's wrong?"
Faylen looked at him weirdly. “Nothing!” she affirmed. “Best cookie ever!”
"All of you are awful liars," he informed her primly.
Faylen just stuck her tongue out at him and pushed open the door to leave. “I am not.”
"See you tomorrow," Watari waved idly.