itp: cooking with tinies

[goldilocked]

Who: Jack and the residents of Shotapartment.
When: ummm Monday night!
Where: SHOTAPARTMENT
Summary: Thanksgiving dinner. General toothachy fluff. Lemon soup and rice juice.
Warnings: None!
Notes: delicious posting order? Jack -> Ciel -> Alois -> Shiroe? Hit me with a rock? Etc?

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[littlest_lord]

Jack was lucky, in a sense, that he'd found the two boys since in reality, although they never would admit it, (at least Ciel wouldn't) they needed him just as much as he needed them. They were just as cursed as Jack's original children, if not even more. After all, it was hard to best the sin of selling one's soul.

But Jack needn't know of that. That was unimportant information. Unnecessary.

Ciel had managed to dress himself (with Alois' help) quite nicely. His hair had been combed, eye patch tied in place as he wore a long sleeved blouse with a bow tied round the neck, shorts and knee high socks. All in all, he looked nice. Presentable.

Setting a few things back in place, finally finished his tidying Ciel heard the man from outside the door and padded over to open it.

"Hello Jack. Ah, do you want me to grab anything?"

[Shiroe mun said for us to go ahead and she'll pop in sometime ;n;/ Until then just assume he's out at the university or something ;A;/ <3]

[masterbaiting]

Ciel had tidied up, sure. And that isn't to say that Alois wasn't dressed nicely - he had also donned a blouse, a regency bow around his neck (though not exactly neat), and... shorts, yes.

But his sleeves were rolled up, his hands were wet, and oh, lord, the kitchen.

"Did he come?!" Alois called to Ciel from his place at one of the counters; "Don't let him come in here yet!!"

Because really it just looked awful and there was a pot of rice and now-milky water and the jar of peanut butter was on the counter and that poor lemon just looked butchered and why did Alois have a kitchen knife stuck firmly into the wooden cutting board?

--That was peanut butter on the side of his cheek, wasn't it.

[goldilocked]

"Ah - the tarts, will you?" Jack said, shaking the bag with them in Ciel's vague direction. "There's things for pie in this bag, and the wine - "

He paused, peered over his grocery bags, and arched a brow at Alois' state of peanut butter.

"...what...happened?"

[littlest_lord]

What had happened? Well, that was fairly obvious. Alois had decided to try cooking and the end result was well...this.

There was a reason Ciel Phantomhive was always starving.

His thumb and index finger found their way to the bridge of his nose as he squeezed, eyes closing in annoyance for a brief moment before he grabbed the bag of tarts and ingredients.

"How bad is the mess?" Irritated. He'd just finished cleaning. "And why were you into the peanut butter? You don't even like it!"