Pancakes. That. Are. Not. People ; OPEN
Characters: Canada; Pancakes; You
Setting: Kitchen et Cafeteria
Format: Starting in prose, but I will match your style.
Summary: Canada is making pancakes that are totally not people.
Warnings: idk, excessive use of maple syrup stereotype? will update as needed
She had about three bowls of pancake mixed, tucked in the fridge and her single bottle of maple syrup tucked in a coat pocket. Anything that looked like someone one could put on pancakes was lined on the counter, but her attention was focused on pouring out circles, flipping and stacking.
Americans came with appetites and she wanted some left over after everyone was done. Maybe she would make another batch later as well. She bit her lip in thought and handed Kumariie down a pancake. The polar bear devoured it in record time, already pawing at Canada's skirt for another. She hesitated and handed down another, getting a mumbled thank you in response. Her attention flittered to the refrigerator door for a moment and she scowled.
The food wasn't people anyways.
She nudged another stack to the side and started afresh, wiping down her surface and pouring out new slightly misshapen circles.
Setting: Kitchen et Cafeteria
Format: Starting in prose, but I will match your style.
Summary: Canada is making pancakes that are totally not people.
Warnings: idk, excessive use of maple syrup stereotype? will update as needed
She had about three bowls of pancake mixed, tucked in the fridge and her single bottle of maple syrup tucked in a coat pocket. Anything that looked like someone one could put on pancakes was lined on the counter, but her attention was focused on pouring out circles, flipping and stacking.
Americans came with appetites and she wanted some left over after everyone was done. Maybe she would make another batch later as well. She bit her lip in thought and handed Kumariie down a pancake. The polar bear devoured it in record time, already pawing at Canada's skirt for another. She hesitated and handed down another, getting a mumbled thank you in response. Her attention flittered to the refrigerator door for a moment and she scowled.
The food wasn't people anyways.
She nudged another stack to the side and started afresh, wiping down her surface and pouring out new slightly misshapen circles.