The Art of Melon [Open]

[marchewaltz]

Who : Estelle, Shana and any members of 3-17 and their clones, friends, or enemies!
What : The art of baking melon pan in a nice, warm oven. It rises gently and is soft and tender to the touch-
Where : Room 3-17
Why : Because Shana wants sweet sweet loving pan from Estelle.
When : Around noon.
Style : Paragraph!

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[flameofheaven]

Shana was not going to go back on her word. She would attend this cooking session just as planned. Not only would she be able to increase her cooking ability, but she would leave today with delicious melonpan. It was after all, her favorite treat of all time.

Room 3-17...A place she had never been inside of before. This would be her first time in her designated room. Looking up at the door, she closed her eyes and quickly opened the door with a large bang.

"I'm here!" she yelled abruptly. She had no idea around the room, but it's not as if it was large. Trying to ignore everyone else in the room, she quickly spotted the pink-haired girl in what seemed to be the kitchen area. She walked up to her from behind quietly. Shana was embarrassed due to not knowing how to do anything with cooking. "H-hi!" she said in quite a brash voice.

[marchewaltz]

Shana's rather loud and abrasive entrance caught Estelle's attention early. She added half of the water to the mixture before stopping and turning around. Clasping her hands together, she let out an exuberant smile. Estelle was, clearly, far too excited about this, "Oh, I'm so glad you came! Here, let me get your apron!"

She walked over to the small pantry area of the kitchen. After a bit of rummaging, Estelle pulled out a small black apron with "Shana" embroidered delicately on it. It was folded neatly as she handed it to the young girl, "We don't want to make too much of a mess, it's better if the flour goes towards the dough- not on our shirts!"

Clearly too excited about this, and also perhaps... Estelle was a little too prepared as well.

[flameofheaven]

Taking the apron, Shana was shocked. She had even gone to the trouble of imprinting her name on the protective piece of cloth. Back when she tried cooking with Yuuji's mother, it was just normal and checkered. Estelle seemed very excited by this whole thing, and went to a lot of trouble. It was just as if Shana was cooking with Yuuji's mother back then.

Brushing the nostalgic factor aside, Shana put on the apron without hesitating. There was nothing really to say about it. "Thanks, I guess." She said in a nonchalant way. Looking around, she saw a bunch of ingredients and other tools for cooking. Every time Shana had cooked, the result was always charred something, or an unidentifiable dish, with the kitchen looking like it had been hit by a cyclone. Hopefully it would go better this time around.

"S-so what do I do?" Shana said all of a sudden as she opened one of the drawers and pulled out a pot and ladle, assuming that those tools would need to be used somehow.

[marchewaltz]

No time was wasted as Estelle hushed Shana over to the work area, she double-checked that her sleeves were rolled up tightly as she brought out the dough from the bowl. She carefully formed it into a ball and stepped outside, "Now we have to knead it! Just work your hands into it, it's very simple."

It was a simple task, Estelle thought. Although she was no master chef herself, she had more confidence in the battlefield of cooking than Shana probably did. "Oh, I know!" Estelle tilted her head and smiled, "Think of it like giving someone a massage, okay? Not too strong."

[flameofheaven]

Throwing away what she thought might be useful, Shana followed Estelle around the small area, quietly obeying the commands she gave. A massage? She had never really given anyone one of those before. Perhaps it was time to try and learn that too.

"So, like this?" She said as she pushed her hands over the dough. At first it seemed to be going well, but eventually it got really sticky, and was more difficult to move. As it began to give more resistance, Shana threw more force at it. Back and forth she went, until finally there was a small cracking noise she heard.

Ignoring it, Shana, while gritting her teeth, began to go knead it harder and faster. This was getting annoying, how long would she have to do it?