Myshuno! 20: A really embarrassing hobby
Prompt: A really embarrassing hobby
Universe: The Boolpropian Round Robin Legacy: Generation Eight
Word Count: 454
Notes: What makes something "really" embarrassing is all a matter of perspective, right? And this is actually based on game generated predestined hobbies, in case you're curious.
"Almeric, where are you?"
Almeric jumped. Klara wasn't supposed to be home until seven, so what was she doing at home already?
When he looked at the clock, he realized it was seven - in fact, it was a little after. He'd gotten so caught up in what he'd been doing that he'd completely lost track of time.
He looked around the kitchen with dismay. There was no way this was going to be cleaned up before Klara found him, but he tried anyway.
He didn't succeed. Klara walked into the kitchen, her stride as brisk as usual, but she stopped short when she saw her husband. "Almeric...what are you doing?"
He blushed. "Um...cooking?"
She frowned. "What were you cooking?"
"Well, uh, there was this cooking competition they announced over in Sedona, and I thought I'd enter."
"What sort of competition?"
"Um..." He paused, then turned away. "Themostinnovativecheesecakerecipe," he said quickly.
Klara blinked as she mentally separated his words into an actual sentence. It took some work. Then she smiled. "I did not know you could bake?"
Almeric shrugged. "I always liked baking, but...the last time I actually enjoyed home ec for anything other than tasting the food, my friends made fun of me. And Dad always used to look at me weirdly whenever I was too interested in what Mom was doing in the kitchen. I started hiding it. I've never told anyone this."
Klara put her hand on his shoulder. "Almeric, look at me." He slowly and reluctantly turned to face her. "I do not care if what you do is traditionally 'manly' or not, it is who you are that is important. Besides," she smiled, "I have tried to bake and it is not something I am very good at, but you know I enjoy sweets." He nodded. "Any time you wish to make a cake for me, please, don't stop."
He smiled slowly, then reached up to touch her hair. "You're amazing, Klara."
"Of course I am. Now, let me taste this cheesecake you are making."
"Well, okay, but don't be mean if it sucks."
"You know I will only tell you the truth."
He nodded. "I've always loved that about you." Then he handed her a spoonful of batter, waiting with bated breath to see what she thought. She tasted it, chewing with her brows in a frown.
"Well," he asked, "how is it?"
Klara smiled. "Almeric, darling. Enter this cheesecake competition. If you don't win, I will eat my hat."
He smiled in relief, then kissed his wife.
As good, and personally important, as baking was...well, there were better things to do with an evening alone with his wife, and he intended to take full advantage of them.
Universe: The Boolpropian Round Robin Legacy: Generation Eight
Word Count: 454
Notes: What makes something "really" embarrassing is all a matter of perspective, right? And this is actually based on game generated predestined hobbies, in case you're curious.
"Almeric, where are you?"
Almeric jumped. Klara wasn't supposed to be home until seven, so what was she doing at home already?
When he looked at the clock, he realized it was seven - in fact, it was a little after. He'd gotten so caught up in what he'd been doing that he'd completely lost track of time.
He looked around the kitchen with dismay. There was no way this was going to be cleaned up before Klara found him, but he tried anyway.
He didn't succeed. Klara walked into the kitchen, her stride as brisk as usual, but she stopped short when she saw her husband. "Almeric...what are you doing?"
He blushed. "Um...cooking?"
She frowned. "What were you cooking?"
"Well, uh, there was this cooking competition they announced over in Sedona, and I thought I'd enter."
"What sort of competition?"
"Um..." He paused, then turned away. "Themostinnovativecheesecakerecipe," he said quickly.
Klara blinked as she mentally separated his words into an actual sentence. It took some work. Then she smiled. "I did not know you could bake?"
Almeric shrugged. "I always liked baking, but...the last time I actually enjoyed home ec for anything other than tasting the food, my friends made fun of me. And Dad always used to look at me weirdly whenever I was too interested in what Mom was doing in the kitchen. I started hiding it. I've never told anyone this."
Klara put her hand on his shoulder. "Almeric, look at me." He slowly and reluctantly turned to face her. "I do not care if what you do is traditionally 'manly' or not, it is who you are that is important. Besides," she smiled, "I have tried to bake and it is not something I am very good at, but you know I enjoy sweets." He nodded. "Any time you wish to make a cake for me, please, don't stop."
He smiled slowly, then reached up to touch her hair. "You're amazing, Klara."
"Of course I am. Now, let me taste this cheesecake you are making."
"Well, okay, but don't be mean if it sucks."
"You know I will only tell you the truth."
He nodded. "I've always loved that about you." Then he handed her a spoonful of batter, waiting with bated breath to see what she thought. She tasted it, chewing with her brows in a frown.
"Well," he asked, "how is it?"
Klara smiled. "Almeric, darling. Enter this cheesecake competition. If you don't win, I will eat my hat."
He smiled in relief, then kissed his wife.
As good, and personally important, as baking was...well, there were better things to do with an evening alone with his wife, and he intended to take full advantage of them.