He's A Real Nowhere Man [Open, Active]

[johanliebert]

Characters: Johan Liebert, anyone else who wishes to greet him.
Setting: Entranceway to Grand Room
Time: Day 011, Early Evening
Summary: An attractive young man enters the house.
Warnings: None yet.

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P.S. I've never made a cake before kjdfksd

[johanliebert]

Johan raised his eyebrows--not in disapproval or censure, but attentively, with an inquisitive look. "Good luck? Then perhaps these cakes will come out well after all." He smiled at Break, then turned, humming to himself quietly as he retrieved the rest of the necessary ingredients from the refrigerator. The eggs and milk were set on the counter while he fetched a pair of appropriately sized cake pans. "Baking is very simple, if you know the proportions," he explained, pulling them out from the bottom cabinets. "Although I'm afraid I haven't heard of your Rainsworth family."

"We'll start with the chocolate cake first, because it's the easiest. And everyone likes chocolate, don't they?" He turned to the oven, pressing the Bake button and scrolling up through the temperatures until he found the appropriate one, then set aside his tea and lollipop before moving to the sink to wash his hands. "Always wash your hands before you cook--but you knew that already, didn't you?" He smiled. "We'll start preheating the oven now, though, to save time." The blond dried his hands carefully and picked up the bag of flour, measuring it out into a mixing bowl and following it with sugar, cocoa powder, backing soda, salt, and baking powder, explaining the amounts as he went. "Salt is there for its reaction with the other ingedients--you don't want to taste it, obviously, so be careful with the teaspoon." It was obviously intended to be humour and he kept the smile, dusting his hands over the bowl.

Then, casually: "Those are very unusual clothes you wear, Mr. Break. Do they have some significance?"

[omnomnomsweets]

Break listened to the entire spiel, but most of his attention was stuck back with the oven. He'd seen ovens before. They were large stone contraptions powered by fire. And considering some of the oddities in the house, like the things on the ceiling that lit up when you flicked a switch on the wall, he had gathered that life in this place was not entirely like life back home. But to be told that this tiny boxy contraption was the oven, as it beeped and flashed neon numbers at him, was a little harder to wrap his mind around. He leaned down and inspected the offending oven until Hans stopped to ask about his clothes. Abruptly he straightened himself and turned to Hans, matching casual tone with a casual smile.

"They're fairly normal for my world," he said, still intent on giving very unhelpful answers until Hans did the reasonable thing and asked questions about the house. "And ah, the oven- you said this was the oven, didn't you? What are all these little buttons and lights all about?"