Who: Hidan and Anzu
What: Hidan spreads his good cheer. Unorthodoxly, even.
When: Current week.
Where: The kitchens.
Rating: PG.
Hidan had never tried making cookies before in his life. Food was incidental, and fasting was part of penance. So the idea of him in an apron slaving away in a kitchen, baffled by the contents of the cookbook in front of him was outright ridiculous.
Now, it was also true. "Two and... what the fuck is that? A fourth? How the hell do you get a fourth of a cup? Guess? Shit, math's not my good point." He sounded cheerful, nonetheless. Talking like a sailor and happy as a clam.
Paradisa was pure evil.