Demands will be met with whining and eventual catipulation
Side story to Meeting Strangers. Seph. Cheesecake. 'Nough said.
He could do this. It couldn't be too hard. Just like brewing a potion. Except he didn't really do potions he did incantations and energy foci through crystal matrix and that was beside the point. Potions were not difficult in theory. He'd made a few over the years. He just had to follow the directions and this should prove no difficulty.
What did it mean 'beat thoroughly'? It was a gelatinous mass! If he was supposed to mix it all together why didn't it say 'mix together'?
Okay. He'd set the timer, pre-heated the oven, made the crust, and now all he had to do was put the slimy, cold and smelly glop into the crust and set the whole thing inside to bake and forget about it until the timer went off right?
Three hours later the top was brown and cracked, the inside was wriggly and he had no idea if it was done or not. The directions said insert a tooth pick. Well the tooth pick was covered in slime so that meant not done right?
Two more hours and seven tests left the cracked upper surface of the experiment a deep brown, the sides blackened, and the middle finally cooked. He glared at it and tossed the whole thing in the freezer and walked away.
*Next Day*
"Happy Centennial." He plopped the frost covered pie in front of his lover with an arched brow.
Cloud looked from his half full cup of tea to the presented artifact and blinked.
"What is it?"
He huffed, faintly annoyed. "Cheesecake. You said you had some every Centennial."
"Oh." Cloud poked the pan carefully and looked up, gaze sincere. "Thank you. Is it um, edible?"
"Cloud. I suffered through making it, you will eat it. Or I will kill you and when you come back you will eat it."
"Oh. So that's a no then?"
Where did he leave that damned sword?
He could do this. It couldn't be too hard. Just like brewing a potion. Except he didn't really do potions he did incantations and energy foci through crystal matrix and that was beside the point. Potions were not difficult in theory. He'd made a few over the years. He just had to follow the directions and this should prove no difficulty.
What did it mean 'beat thoroughly'? It was a gelatinous mass! If he was supposed to mix it all together why didn't it say 'mix together'?
Okay. He'd set the timer, pre-heated the oven, made the crust, and now all he had to do was put the slimy, cold and smelly glop into the crust and set the whole thing inside to bake and forget about it until the timer went off right?
Three hours later the top was brown and cracked, the inside was wriggly and he had no idea if it was done or not. The directions said insert a tooth pick. Well the tooth pick was covered in slime so that meant not done right?
Two more hours and seven tests left the cracked upper surface of the experiment a deep brown, the sides blackened, and the middle finally cooked. He glared at it and tossed the whole thing in the freezer and walked away.
*Next Day*
"Happy Centennial." He plopped the frost covered pie in front of his lover with an arched brow.
Cloud looked from his half full cup of tea to the presented artifact and blinked.
"What is it?"
He huffed, faintly annoyed. "Cheesecake. You said you had some every Centennial."
"Oh." Cloud poked the pan carefully and looked up, gaze sincere. "Thank you. Is it um, edible?"
"Cloud. I suffered through making it, you will eat it. Or I will kill you and when you come back you will eat it."
"Oh. So that's a no then?"
Where did he leave that damned sword?