Kick it up a notch! [RP for Jean-Paul]

[zippyknowsbest]

Zippy hummed as she puttered around the kitchen. Yes, puttered is a technical term, and in any case puttering was about all there was room to do in said kitchen. The puttering consisted, largely, of going through the fridge and getting ingredients ready for the 'cooking party.' And also throwing things out of the fridge that had gone bad, but that

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[zippyknowsbest]

She probably would have. Possibly even horrible puns on fairies.

As it was, she merely smiled at the French-- even if context wasn't obvious, Jean-Paul would be the only person she knew who did speak French on a regular basis, so-- she made her way to the door and unlocked it.

Bzzzzt. "Come on up and in, bubbeh."

When he arrived she gestured him to lean down for the obligatory hug and peck on the cheek. "There you are. Ooh, and you brought things to work the alchemy of food upon. You delight me. And you just missed Rachel, who is off to her dad's for the weekend, and this should delight you."

[zippyknowsbest]

"You have a desire for self-flagellation?" Zippy said archly to his words about wanting to meet Rachel, taking the bag from his arms and finding a clear spot of kitchen counter to set it down on.

She laughed at Jean-Paul's confession that they'd once created a fire hazard. "I hope you had baking soda on hand. There, that's your first cooking tip-- throwing baking soda-- not powder-- on a fire can help put it out. If it's a small one."

She was nosily poking through the groceries as she spoke, making little 'oooh' noises at the various foodstuffs.