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[crimsongrunge]

*is now in the kitchen again, this time, baking a whole bunch of wedding cakes. see, now this is something entirely new to him, so this would be the only time he's following a recipie*

Wait, what....?

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[seventhfonim]

Hmm. Hello, Asch.

[crimsongrunge]

...Hi...?

[seventhfonim]

Are you well?

[crimsongrunge]

Yeah...?

[mirrorunlocked]

Is the great chef using a recipe?

[crimsongrunge]

*points a spatula at him* Not. A. Word.

[mirrorunlocked]

I thought you didn't use them.

[crimsongrunge]

Shut. It.

[mirrorlocked]

[he's out of bed even though he probably shouldn't be, and headed for the kitchen mainly for a glass of water; but now he'll just blink confusedly]

...what is all this...?

[crimsongrunge]

Wedding cake.

[mirrorlocked]

...oh...

[crimsongrunge]

...?

[nonpraeda]

... sir...?

[crimsongrunge]

Yes?

[nonpraeda]

Ah... my lord was not jesting. You are much like me, only of the opposite gender.

... forgive my intrusion, but...

[crimsongrunge]

*waah politeness overload* Hey, you don't have to be so proper, you know.

[littlesacredash]

What are you making?

[crimsongrunge]

Wedding cake.

[littlesacredash]

Oh...

Who for?

[crimsongrunge]

Uh.... For Luke and her Asch.