[OPEN] The cake is a lie

[chronomancer]

Characters: Jade!Eridan and YOU!
Setting: Cafeteria's kitchen.
Format: Action.
Summary: ...in which Eridan tries his hand at the arcane, mystic majicks of baking for the sake of his matesprit. It goes as well as you'd expect.
Warnings: FLOUR. FLOUR AND BUTTER EVERYWHERE.

[...well. That sure just happened.

Eridan blinks slowly, as the cloud of white slowly descends onto the floor. He'd never known bags of flour were even explosive. Like. Okay. Maybe he'd tugged a little too hard. Maybe. But that's not a good enough reason for it to explode on his face. The recipe he was working off from didn't say anything about exploding bags of flour.

He just stands there for a moment, W E L P all but written all over his face. Somehow, he thinks, this little project might turn out to be a little more complicated than anticipated.]
 

Comments

[ghostytrainer]

[He aims to make people laugh. Laughing is good for you, after all! And he's pretty good at it, even if he's not actually trying to be.]

[...honestly, especially if he's not trying to be.]

Ahhh, yes. That dangerous battleground that is the kitchen. [He chuckles.] It can eat new recruits alive if they aren't careful. If you want though, I can give you a few pointers. I don't know about the Egbert in your universe but in my universe, we are are always on the winning side of the baking war.

[chronomancer]

...oh god, please.

[Eridan might usually try to avoid asking for help but he's pretty damn outclassed here and he's not even doing this for himself so, yeah. The look of muted desperation he gives John proves he's certainly on the losing side of this baking war.]

[ghostytrainer]

Hehehe, alright. [He rolls up his sleeves, making his way over to the sink so that he can wash his hands.] So, what kind of cake are we baking? And none of that boxed crap. So help me I will walk right back out of this kitchen if you so much as think about making that.

[Though judging by the flour and the fact that the kitchen probably doesn't even stock boxed cake mix, he figures he's safe. It just bears saying because seriously: fuck the batterwitch.]

[chronomancer]

Actually.

[Eridan scratched the side of his nose with a claw, shrugging awkwardly.]

...I was going more for, eh, cookies? Maybe? Found a recipe and all. Just.

[He looks embarrassed.]

Exploding flour bags. Yeah.

[ghostytrainer]

Oh. [Whoops. You know what they say about assuming.] Well. Those work too! I just kind of assumed, whoops. But uh...flour doesn't typically...explode.

[How did you even manage that.]

[chronomancer]

[Claws, John. He's got claws.]

's okay. Just. Think cookies would be better anyway.