[Thread] Baking Lessons

[ned_piemaker]

Characters: Ned (OU); Persephone (AU).
Where: Paj-Epta
When: Evening
Summary: Ned teaches Persephone how to bake pies.
Warnings: None yet.

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[poppingseeds]

It was only Persephone, all bright and full of smiles. The past few days had been rough -- a still healing cut on her cheek testament to that -- but she was excited to be learning how to cook and she had come prepared, hair braided and tied back (those stoves could be tricky) and carrying with her a basket filled with various fruits.

Cooking was definitely not her area of expertise, far from it, but it seemed an important skill for mortals to have, what with the whole eating thing. Persephone wasn't really sure why she hadn't caught on to it sooner, considering, but it was better late than never.

[ned_piemaker]

"Oh, you brought fruit!"

The Piemaker stepped out of the way politely, beckoning her inside and noticing the cut on her cheek, but not asking about it. He had a little more tact than all of that. At least she didn't appear to have brought any rocks with her.

"So, uh, kitchen's just in here," he said as he walked, hands back in his pockets. It suddenly flitted into his mind how everyone here seemed to be younger than him - and how creepy this might seem if people heard about it, inviting a teenage girl into his barracks to teach her how to cook. The Piemaker often concerned himself with this type of thing - wondering what others would think of his actions.

Still, he had promised.

"Are you still speaking in tongues?"

[poppingseeds]

Persephone could be quite nice when she wasn't chucking rocks at people or threatening to dismember them with vines, the last part she didn't even really remember that she could do. Still! She could be alright.

The girl followed him into the kitchen and set the basket of fruit down on one of the counters, not noticing at all the difference in their ages. It was something that didn't bother her an iota. Technically, she was older than the piemaker, even if she didn't physically show it. Perk of being a goddess.

The question was cause enough to roll her eyes and she muttered a 'yes' in Greek, gesturing with annoyance.

[ned_piemaker]

The Piemaker nodded, ducking out of the way as she came into the kitchen. He reached out two large mixing bowls and set one down in front of himself and one on a free bit of counter by Persephone, retracting his arm quickly and smiling tentatively.

"Alright, well, if you have a question, write it out in the flour." He pushed a bunch of dry ingredients towards her, and realized he didn't have any measuring cups. It hadn't seemed a problem to him - he had been baking so long he knew from a glance what was a cup, or three-fourths of a cup, etc. He fumbled through the cupboards, taking down different sizes of containers to measure in.

"So... ready?"