towerofanimus | Kitchen disastors! [Open]

Characters: Romeo and cake lovers?
Setting: Kitchens mid morning
Format: your choice!
Summary: Romeo wants to do something nice for his new friends, he has decided to make a cake. MESS HAPPENS
Warnings: potentially exploding cake!
Romeo entered the kitchen and put the book he had found in the library down on the counter. He had been thinking of doing something for his friends here and since everyone liked tasty food he had decided to make something. So he had found a cook book and a recipie for cake.

However Romeo had never baked before, back at home there really hadn't been much food at all and in Milano he had been banned from the kitchen in case he stole food. Apparantly chimney sweeps worked better when they were hungry. He found a big bowl and looked at the recipie. 2 oz Butter Romeo blinked he didn't know what a oz was. He opened the fridge and saw some blocks of butter. Two of them then.

2 oz Sugar Romeo nodded, this didn't look too hard, he grabbed two bags of sugar and added them to the butter. He looked back at the book. Cream the butter and sugar he sighed, so many ingredients!

He grabbed a tub of cream and added that. Two eggs; beaten. Romeo frowned, he hoped eggs didn't feel pain. "Sorry," he murmered to him before he punched each egg smashing them on the counter. He scooped the goo up, shell and all and added them to the mis and stired a bit. Mixture went everywhere but he kept it in the bowl as best as possible. 4 oz self raising flour. That was a lot of flour. He grabbed four small bags of flour and added them to the bowl. It said to fold so he stuck his hands in and tried to fold the ingredients around each other. He emptied it into the pan and quickly put it in the oven, sliding it into the oven by the floor because he didn't want to enter the cooker.

He cleaned up as best he could and when it had been the right amount of time he wrapped his hands in cloth and took the tray out. It looked burned and wobbly and when he placed it on the top the thin shell that had formed broke open. Hot cake mix went everywhere, spilling onto Romeo's shirt and down the bench.

For a moment Romeo just stood there eyes wide wondering what had gone wrong.

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Romeo notices the irritation because he's become good at noticing when adults are mad at him and he skitters backwards another pace or two, just to be safe. "I'm sorry sir! I didn't mean to say you where a liar but I don't think Molly is either so maybe you come from different places after all!"

Poland can see how easy it is to worry Romeo and he frowns. This is not going well. He nervously brushes back his hair and talks. "Yeah, maybe. Stop freaking out."

"Sorry sir!" Romeo frowned, this was not going well! He felt like whatever he did he just made this man more annoyed, he reminded him of some of the bosses in Milano. He didn't know what freaking out meant but he understood that it was a bad thing. "I'll try sir!"

It wasn't going well. Poland knew that just by how he kept calling him sir. "Call me Poland and ugh, stop acting like this! You're all...upset and stuff. I won't bite or anything."

"Sorry mister Poland!" He took a deap breath trying to calm down, he hadn't been scared of any of the adults in the tower before this man. Not once he had spoken to them anyways. He took another breath and tried to keep his spirits up thinking of what Alfredo would have done. He punched the air silently, calming down as he thought of Alfedo.

"Would you like some cake sir I mean mister Poland?" He frowned a moment later when he surveyed the mess he had made, "I mean... I can try again and make cake, do you want some?"

"Just Poland." And he actually does feel a little bad. He is scaring this kid, but he has no idea what to do. He frowns and nods. "Um, sure?"

Romeo nodded, "Let's see then mis...Poland," it felt weird as usual calling an adult just by their name, especially one as scary as mister Poland but he didn't want to make him more annoyed.

He pulled more ingredients out the cupboard. "So two blocks of butter," he muttered to himself.

The kid seemed a lot less anxious and so in return Poland felt less anxious which meant a lot less snappy. He'd just watch him make cake and make sure he wasn't going to explode the cake this time.

Romeo gave a small nervous smile, "Two bags of sugar, and a bit of cream," he rumaged around, he hoped it went well this time because he didn't want to waste even more ingredients. He poured the sugar and cream onto the butter and grabbed two eggs smashing them with his palms. Cake baking was hard work!

Most people would be stopping to tell a child they're doing it wrong. But he was a child and cracking eggs was hard. Poland couldn't see him doing anything wrong yet.

Romeo scooped up the egg, shells and all and put them in the bowl. He grabbed four bags of flour and mixed it all together grabbing the tin he had used before, as it was already messy with cake and he didn't want to get all the pans dirty. He pushed it into the oven carefully. "It should be done soon si... mist... Poland."

The cake was going to be ready this soon? If cakes could be done so quickly, Poland was really going to have to talk to Lithuania about making them quicker.

Yes cakes could be done quickly when you completely misread the time they are meant to cook for. The cake when it was taken out was once again a gooey mess covered by a thin crust of cake. The second Romeo put it down on the side it burst and overflowed once more, this time Romeo jumped out the way of it, rushing to get between mister Poland and the hot mixture. "Sorry sir!" His eyes were wide, "I guess I'm not a good cake baker!"

Poland isn't a complete jerk and when he sees the batter flying, he does try to cover Romeo and duck out so it won't hit him in the face. He doesn't want a kid hurt or anything.

"Dude, you totally aren't. Let's just like...forget the cake and somebody else can clean this up?"

Romeo frowned, "No sir we can't do that! That wouldn't be a nice thing to do!" He rumaged round until he found a cloth, cleaning things he could do well thanks to all the times mrs Rossi had punished him by making him clean the whole house. "It wont take me long sir!"

Poland frowns a little as he watches him. Weren't kids supposed to be selfish and annoying? Romeo apologized too much, but he minded his manners and kept trying to make everything up to Poland.

"Hey, how old are you?"

Romeo looked up from where he was knelt wiping up cake mixture. "I'm eleven sir!" He jumped up to rinse out the cloth trying to make himself look taller than he was.

Edited 2011-09-20 09:48 (UTC)

Kitchen disastors! [Open]

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Poland is the scariest person in the tower alright :P

He's totally the scariest haha

Re: He's totally the scariest haha

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