Crack For Cain 11?
Character/Pairings: The Trio, Cain and Jeb mentioned
Rating: PG?
Warnings/Spoilers: Cookies? And you kinda need to read Erin's Chap for this Verse
Summary: Crack!Fic, it could be really horrible. I'd have no idea. I am trying not to aggravate my bruised self.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Tin Man 'verse. Nothing and no one. Because (at the moment) I'm playing only with the Sci-Fi original characters.
By: transgenic_girl
With love for
erinm_4600 and
little_swirl
“What?!”
“Trans speechless? Gasp! Self-five!” The spectacled brunette who was speaking, otherwise known as Lady Dairy (which was odd as she seemed to avoid milk and all milk products) slapped her hands together with an excited expression on her face,
The third snickered in an entirely unladylike manner, hiding her grin behind the odd red, orange and yellow…thing…she was knitting. When the first girl glared at her, she made an ‘eep’ of a noise and floundered for something to say. “Um…oh…uh…Why is a raven like a writing desk?”
The other two just stared at her, while the first (red streak in her hair flying) threw up her hands with a roll of her eyes. “That’s it Squir-rel Girl, no more tea for you.”
Knitting needles clinked as the female in question stared at her friend, eyes wide. “Not even…half a cup? But…but…it’s my unbirthday today.”
“Your mother was an aardvark!”
Two jaws fell open as they stared at the elder of the trio‘s sudden exclamation, their eyes impossibly wide. While it was generally acknowledged by the rest of the Palace that even attempting to understand the Trio’s lines of thought was only going to give you a painful headache, sometimes they even seemed to surprise each other. Trans had the bowl she was holding against her body, the spoon she was mixing it with frozen mid turn. Swirl had one hand out mid theft of one of the cookies cooling on the counter, eyebrows raised.
“It’s from L-”
“We know.” The other two interrupted in unison.
“We’ve got that movie practically memorized…”
“…you quote it so much.”
The elder of the three wrinkled her nose, “Spoilsports.” Her tongue was stuck out, in a completely mature fashion of course. “Besides, we were talking about the Fruit of His Loins.”
The Trio sighed in unison, “Loins.”
A little blue cricket in a tiny wicker cage on the table began bouncing up and down, twittering madly. Catching the attention of all three young women, and making them turn towards the oven.
“Oh, troll bogies! I forgot the cookies in the oven!” The easily distracted girl…well, the most easily distracted girl anyway, ran to the oven, slid on her oven mitts and pulled the two trays of cookies out of the baking heat. Setting them carefully on the counter so that she could move them from tray to cool on a waxy papered surface.
The click of knitting needles began again, “So you offered her eggs to the FoHL?” The last word sounded an awful like ‘foal,’ an abbreviation that had slipped into their vocabulary just that conversation. “Didn’t know you had become a Madam, Erin.”
“Maybe she’d be more of a pimp,” the girl sliding cookies off a baking sheet laughed. “We should get her a cane and a rainbow colored full length coat.”
“No,” the one making…was that a hat?…shook her head. “She needs a black and silver robe, and a blonde wig.”
With a thunk of a sound, the Lady in question dropped her head onto the counter, before lifting it enough to rub at her now sore forehead. “It didn’t come out right, okay?” She grabbed a nearby cookie, and began frosting it in imitation of the ones Miss Baker was now designing. “Oh this one’s new, what are you calling these?”
Blushing lightly, the red-streaked girl continued her work, not meeting her friend’s eyes. “Jebgerbread.”
The other two shared a knowing look, “Ah.”
“Then it’s good she offered your eggs to him, you seem to not mind the idea.” An ‘oomph’ of a sound was heard as the girl standing next to her chair elbowed her in the stomach playfully.
“Blueberry freak,” silver flashed as the baker stuck her tongue out at her friend.
“Graceless,” she shook her knitting at the other girl, leading to a mad chase around the counter of the island. Still the pair were giggling as one attempted to catch the other.
Erin rolled her eyes at the scene, rubbing her forehead as she yelled at the others, “One of you is going to fall and die, and I am not cleaning it up!”
Points to whoever can figure out all the references included.