Pretend I posted this yesterday?

[patriotsprodigy]

[Little Sunny is in the kitchen, singing the Fibonacci sequence and mixing something in a large bowl. There's a cake pan nearby and the stove is preheating while she mixes. And as soon as she starts the electric beater...

Well, the mess was inevitable. Could anyone expect anything better from an eight year old kid? She may know how to cook but a

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[patriotsprodigy]

[Sunny looks towards the door curiously then back at the mess and the bowl.]

Y-you do?

[That would probably work a lot better, wouldn't it?]

I g-guess I should s-start over, shouldn't I?

[patriotsprodigy]

I w-was gonna make a chocolate one b-but lemon s-sounds really y-yummy!

[Climbing up higher on a stool and watching Liquid look through the book.]

I n-never tried making one w-without using p-packaged mixes.

[patriotsprodigy]

Field-s-strip a weapon?

[Not Sunny. She learned how to hack government databases though!]

No, I a-always s-stutter like th-this.

[She says that as she quickly goes over to the fridge and pulls out everything he asked for, carrying them carefully back.]

[patriotsprodigy]

N-no, I n-never learned anything a-about weapons.

[Sunny smiles and climbs onto the step stool and pulls an electric juicer towards her and starts working at the lemons. She's very focused on the task, in fact.]

[patriotsprodigy]

Um... I n-never had to defend m-myself. But B-Big Boss gave me a knife awhile a-ago.

[In fact, that knife is safely hanging at her waist. Not that she knows how to use it.]

O-Okay!

[Carefully pouring, maybe spilling a little bit here and there but she gets most of it in and grabs the whisk.]

[patriotsprodigy]

[But she's as smart as Otacon... Then again, he knows how to at least shoot a gun. Who's gonna bother a little girl though?]

The kind like Snake uses?

[Sunny looks at her hands then back up at Liquid and smiles, getting to work on adding the next couple ingredients.]

Y-You're g-good at this!

[patriotsprodigy]

[That would hurt though, wouldn't it? :<]

I d-don't think h-he thought I'd ever n-need o-one.

[She could check that for him. And tell him that they aren't.]

S-slowly, okay.

[And she does just that, carefully pouring it in. With maybe a bit of trouble.]

[patriotsprodigy]

I g-guess so.

[They just might be but that's not a malfunction.]

Y-yeah, I have the over ready n-now.

[She grabs a couple pans, almost dropping them and starts to butter them. Maybe a little too much.]