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Who: Temari and Izumo (too lazy to attack journal links)
What: talking about dessert and deserts.
Where: The hall, heading to the staff room
When: Inbetween classes
Warnings: Cupcake abuse.
Izumo was walking down the hall from the culinary arts room to the staff office with a tray of chocolate cupcakes, smiling happily. They were still warm, and left the hall smelling of tasty chocolate.
Ahhh, the feeling of having made fresh cupcakes to win the hearts of all your coworkers.
A feeling Temari was very unfamiliar with, and for good reason; she mostly worked with anorexics and egomaniacs - and that was nothing compared to when she was standing in the back dressing rooms before going on stage for a performance!
Besides, cupcakes were overrated... except right now. Right now they were that damn tempting itch that you didn't know you had until something triggered a memory; in this case, the scent.
Temari was slowly coming to loathe Oshima.
Izumo spotted the girl, and smiled. "Hi," he said. "Want a cupcake? They're still fresh."
Damn teachers for being instigators. (Then Temari realized she didn't, in fact, have a diet.) "...Sure, why not."
Izumo held out the tray to her, and kept smiling. "I'm Kamizuki Izumo," he said. "Half of the Culinary Arts department."
She didn't want to smile back, but it was probably polite. "Where's the other better half?" Followed by a quick, and smooth, "Sabakun Temari, Sensei." And a quick, somewhat guilty plucking of a cupcake from the tray.
Izumo laughed. "He's back in the classroom. And he's hardly the better anything," said Izumo. "Well, he's better at making dinner food, I suppose, but really, desserts are much more fun."
"And fattening," she quipped, "And all they do is top." Like frosting, it was really unnecessary - Temari herself far preferred cooking to baking (and she rarely suffered from a sweet tooth).
Izumo shrugged. "Fattening yeah, but they taste good," said Izumo. "Plus, as long as you get some exersise everyday, it's not like you'll actually suffer from it."
"Mental sufferance is still sufferance." And she had none, so the point was moot; Temari was liking to debate a non-existant point for the sake of debating it.
"Next time I see you, I'll off you bread then," said Izumo, more amused then annoyed at the debating of dessert. "Anyway, most people enjoy my dessert, and I've never seen anyone actually suffer from eating a cupcake."
"We live in a strange world; anything is possible." She surely was suffering from delirum; the normally disgusting sweetness was amazingly platable. "Though this is much better than I thought it would be. Thank you, again."
Izumo grinned. "No problem. I made enough for the staff and extra to send home with Haku-san cause he doesn't eat enough, and to bribe people to sign up for private cooking lessons with Kotetsu and I. Do you think it's a good bribe?"
"If you keep promising to feed them, maybe. Generally food bribes only last until the first one's digested." So it worked, at least, with her brothers.
"Well, that's the fun thing about cooking class," said Izumo. "Not only wuld you learn how to make excellent food, but then you get to eat it."
She affixed Izumo with an unimpressed look. "I assure you, I am more than competent in my own kitchen, small as it may be." That, and what about time constraints? She briefly thought about asking when classes were held, but didn't say a word.
"It was just an offer," he said. "We're just bored, and we came here to teach. And we have about, ohhh, one student. So we thought we'd offer classes. And I am sure, as competent as you are, Kotetsu and I could teach you a few tricks."
"Depends on the time; some tricks are more important to learn than others."
"Well, we haven't decided yet. Probably in the early afternoon, on the weekends, at our place," said Izumo. "Kotetsu and I haven't decided on a time, we thought we'd ask our potential students and see when was best for them."
She thought for a moment. "Kankurou - he's in this class, yes?"
"Yup," said Izumo. "Him and Sakon-kun, so far."
"Then I will hear from Kankurou how the scheduling goes." And her own indirect way of saying, perhaps. (Unlike the song, it wasn't repetitious, and had nothing to do with love.)
"Excellent. I hope you can come," said Izumo. "I hope you come. Too much testerone in a cooking class is boring. A rose amoungst thorns would be a pleasent change of pace." There was a certain amount of charm in his voice, just enough to be flattering but not enough to be actually offensive.
Temari, at large, chose to be flattered; offense just took more than she was feeling at this moment in time. "Make for an awfully strange looking bush, if you ask me."
"All thorns and one rose? Maybe," said Izumo. "But I like strange."
"So do deserts." Not that... she needed to make sense; but her thoughts had gone toward memories and visions of cacti. "Strange but interesting, perhaps."
It took a moment, but Izumo got it. "Cacti, yeah?" he smiled. "I hadn't even thought of that."
Bright one. She smiled, less feigned than she was normally, and nodded. "Glad you understood." Most wouldn't.
"Eh, not the brightest crayon in the box, but sometimes I get the subtly of others," he said. He smiled back at her.
Barely Winded (6:40:28 PM): And she bowed in final return. "I'll keep that in mind." She knew, with a fatalistic surety, she was about to be late to something; class, likely. "Pleasure meeting you, Sensei."
"Sure thing," said Izumo. "If you ever want to skip a class. .. we'll hide you in the C.A. room." He smiled. "Least we can do. And we'll feel you something not fattening."
She snorted, biting off her laughter with a small wave of her hand. "Until then."
He smiled and waved. "Later!" he said, and continued off to the staff room.
What: talking about dessert and deserts.
Where: The hall, heading to the staff room
When: Inbetween classes
Warnings: Cupcake abuse.
Izumo was walking down the hall from the culinary arts room to the staff office with a tray of chocolate cupcakes, smiling happily. They were still warm, and left the hall smelling of tasty chocolate.
Ahhh, the feeling of having made fresh cupcakes to win the hearts of all your coworkers.
A feeling Temari was very unfamiliar with, and for good reason; she mostly worked with anorexics and egomaniacs - and that was nothing compared to when she was standing in the back dressing rooms before going on stage for a performance!
Besides, cupcakes were overrated... except right now. Right now they were that damn tempting itch that you didn't know you had until something triggered a memory; in this case, the scent.
Temari was slowly coming to loathe Oshima.
Izumo spotted the girl, and smiled. "Hi," he said. "Want a cupcake? They're still fresh."
Damn teachers for being instigators. (Then Temari realized she didn't, in fact, have a diet.) "...Sure, why not."
Izumo held out the tray to her, and kept smiling. "I'm Kamizuki Izumo," he said. "Half of the Culinary Arts department."
She didn't want to smile back, but it was probably polite. "Where's the other better half?" Followed by a quick, and smooth, "Sabakun Temari, Sensei." And a quick, somewhat guilty plucking of a cupcake from the tray.
Izumo laughed. "He's back in the classroom. And he's hardly the better anything," said Izumo. "Well, he's better at making dinner food, I suppose, but really, desserts are much more fun."
"And fattening," she quipped, "And all they do is top." Like frosting, it was really unnecessary - Temari herself far preferred cooking to baking (and she rarely suffered from a sweet tooth).
Izumo shrugged. "Fattening yeah, but they taste good," said Izumo. "Plus, as long as you get some exersise everyday, it's not like you'll actually suffer from it."
"Mental sufferance is still sufferance." And she had none, so the point was moot; Temari was liking to debate a non-existant point for the sake of debating it.
"Next time I see you, I'll off you bread then," said Izumo, more amused then annoyed at the debating of dessert. "Anyway, most people enjoy my dessert, and I've never seen anyone actually suffer from eating a cupcake."
"We live in a strange world; anything is possible." She surely was suffering from delirum; the normally disgusting sweetness was amazingly platable. "Though this is much better than I thought it would be. Thank you, again."
Izumo grinned. "No problem. I made enough for the staff and extra to send home with Haku-san cause he doesn't eat enough, and to bribe people to sign up for private cooking lessons with Kotetsu and I. Do you think it's a good bribe?"
"If you keep promising to feed them, maybe. Generally food bribes only last until the first one's digested." So it worked, at least, with her brothers.
"Well, that's the fun thing about cooking class," said Izumo. "Not only wuld you learn how to make excellent food, but then you get to eat it."
She affixed Izumo with an unimpressed look. "I assure you, I am more than competent in my own kitchen, small as it may be." That, and what about time constraints? She briefly thought about asking when classes were held, but didn't say a word.
"It was just an offer," he said. "We're just bored, and we came here to teach. And we have about, ohhh, one student. So we thought we'd offer classes. And I am sure, as competent as you are, Kotetsu and I could teach you a few tricks."
"Depends on the time; some tricks are more important to learn than others."
"Well, we haven't decided yet. Probably in the early afternoon, on the weekends, at our place," said Izumo. "Kotetsu and I haven't decided on a time, we thought we'd ask our potential students and see when was best for them."
She thought for a moment. "Kankurou - he's in this class, yes?"
"Yup," said Izumo. "Him and Sakon-kun, so far."
"Then I will hear from Kankurou how the scheduling goes." And her own indirect way of saying, perhaps. (Unlike the song, it wasn't repetitious, and had nothing to do with love.)
"Excellent. I hope you can come," said Izumo. "I hope you come. Too much testerone in a cooking class is boring. A rose amoungst thorns would be a pleasent change of pace." There was a certain amount of charm in his voice, just enough to be flattering but not enough to be actually offensive.
Temari, at large, chose to be flattered; offense just took more than she was feeling at this moment in time. "Make for an awfully strange looking bush, if you ask me."
"All thorns and one rose? Maybe," said Izumo. "But I like strange."
"So do deserts." Not that... she needed to make sense; but her thoughts had gone toward memories and visions of cacti. "Strange but interesting, perhaps."
It took a moment, but Izumo got it. "Cacti, yeah?" he smiled. "I hadn't even thought of that."
Bright one. She smiled, less feigned than she was normally, and nodded. "Glad you understood." Most wouldn't.
"Eh, not the brightest crayon in the box, but sometimes I get the subtly of others," he said. He smiled back at her.
Barely Winded (6:40:28 PM): And she bowed in final return. "I'll keep that in mind." She knew, with a fatalistic surety, she was about to be late to something; class, likely. "Pleasure meeting you, Sensei."
"Sure thing," said Izumo. "If you ever want to skip a class. .. we'll hide you in the C.A. room." He smiled. "Least we can do. And we'll feel you something not fattening."
She snorted, biting off her laughter with a small wave of her hand. "Until then."
He smiled and waved. "Later!" he said, and continued off to the staff room.