3rd floor common room, Wednesday evening
So, Valentine's Day was coming up and Momoko was determined to make chocolates for her friends this year. Back home, she always asked her mom or Miyako to make them for her help her, but, well, how hard could it be to do on her own?
She'd decided to do a practice run, and had even bought twice as much of everything just in case.
Wearing a totally cute pink apron that said, "all a woman needs is a little love and a lot of chocolate," she lugged her bag of supplies into the common room kitchen, gave the stove a stern lecture on the importance of the holiday and why it shouldn't burn the chocolate, then set about chopping and melting.
She was going very slowly and following her recipe very carefully, no matter what the very untidy state of the kitchen implied, and soon she had a test batch of chocolate that could be poured into her little heart-shaped molds. She let them cool (sort of) and then tasted one.
It tasted like chocolate. Not at all burned or peppery or salty or anything. It was just good and, well, chocolate-y. "I... I did it." She stared at the piece in her hand a moment, then, "Oh my gosh. I DID IT! YAY!!"
She'd be making more as soon as she finished her victory dance around the kitchen.
[open! Yay! Chocolate!]
She'd decided to do a practice run, and had even bought twice as much of everything just in case.
Wearing a totally cute pink apron that said, "all a woman needs is a little love and a lot of chocolate," she lugged her bag of supplies into the common room kitchen, gave the stove a stern lecture on the importance of the holiday and why it shouldn't burn the chocolate, then set about chopping and melting.
She was going very slowly and following her recipe very carefully, no matter what the very untidy state of the kitchen implied, and soon she had a test batch of chocolate that could be poured into her little heart-shaped molds. She let them cool (sort of) and then tasted one.
It tasted like chocolate. Not at all burned or peppery or salty or anything. It was just good and, well, chocolate-y. "I... I did it." She stared at the piece in her hand a moment, then, "Oh my gosh. I DID IT! YAY!!"
She'd be making more as soon as she finished her victory dance around the kitchen.
[open! Yay! Chocolate!]