[Rean sputters a little at the sudden physical affection, but he doesn't make any move to stop Crow. Just, oh, this is a thing that's happening now and he's not quite used to it, but it's fine.]
Ahaha. Good thing we never placed bets on it, right?
[Rean sighs a little, but it's more cheerful than anything, just regaining his bearings.]
Well... I can't say it won't take some getting used to, but it's not a bad change. [It's not like Rean had gotten too used to the black hair, anyway. And either way, it's still Crow's smiling face.] But hey, we had a mission, didn't we?
[Crow can't help but laugh at Rean's little sputter, fingers threading through that soft, black hair with friendly affection as he watches him crouch his head a little at the touch.]
I swear, Lady Luck hasn't called me once since you showed up. You're not hogging her, are ya?
[But he'll let his hand be free of those locks as he tilts his head to follow him.]
Thanks. I would've accepted it either way but knowing you guys like it kinda helps, you know?
But enough of the mushy talk. We got a mission to make some cookies. And if that fails...well--
Both, huh. MMMmm it'd be a challenge, but I'm game if you are. Can't promise the self-control on both, though. Rice Krispies are just beggin' for chocolate chip rain.
Wouldn't have offered it if I weren't game for it. And... well. You only really need to master self-control for the baking portion, right? So I guess should you slip up during the Rice Krispies preparation, I could let it slide...
[Crow'll walk him through the apartment, which isn't exactly the smallest that life has to offer, but reasonably snug. The door way automatically leads to the couch and TV area, the coffee table sitting right in front of it with a nice rug underneath. from there, it's just an open entrance to the kitchen, which has an oven, a sink, a counter top, microwave, the works.
Not too big, not too small. Set on the counter are the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies on one side, and on the other a jumbo box of rice krispies and a bag of marshmallows.]
Not a bad spread, I'd say.
[But his comment catches him, smirk spreading.]
Oh...such generosity from Rean Schwarzer! I may faint!
[Rean's glancing around as they go. Sure, it's not the biggest place in the world, but it is cozy – it's a home, which is more than Rean can say for his dorm room even with his attempts to personalize the place.]
Not in the slightest. You have a pretty nice place, here.
[There's no point in hiding that from Crow, anyway. But he's stopped in his tracks by Crow's snarky little retort, his own slightly mystified smile giving way to a smirk.]
Haha, but what will I do then? I'm not the one training to be an EMT!
Heh, well, nothing wrong with mediocre, am I right?
[He likes to think he's a step above 'college student', and despite his slackadaiscial attitude, the place does seem to be clean. No clothes on the floor, no Amazon boxes just lying around....hell, it even looks like he vacuums.
But he doesn't have long to gloat, because he feels a finger tip press against his nose ever so slightly. It's a funny couple of seconds, with Crow's eyes widening like a deer's, going crossed for just a second as he tries to process what just happened.
Rean...that was adorable. It practically warms his heart with how cute that was.
Give him a minute. He's just gotta stand up and walk towards the kitchen, pulling out the recipe card that he was storing. It's hardly audible, so to Rean it may sound a bit like jibberish, but--]
I swear, you're gonna be such a heartbreaker with the ladies.
[Then back to normal volume.]
Here it is! Classic Chocolate Chip. That's what we're goin' for.
[Rean looks down at the card the moment he gets it, starting to scan through the steps. When Crow mentions adjustments, he peers up over the top of it with a wry little smile.]
No, we don't have to, but how about we get the basics down before we start experimenting? I'm not exactly a master baker myself, and with the master of the ooze cookie here, I'm not sure we should leave too much to chance.
[The card is pretty standard chocolate chip cookie, meant to be idiot-proof for even the most troublesome bakers. Maybe this will be the one that breaks the Armbrust curse...
Crow can't help but smile guiltily.]
Touché.
Alright, oven's all set, so now we just gotta actually put everything together. What's step 1, my loyal assistant?
[Give him a moment to finish reading over the card...]
We're going to need two bowls, one for wet ingredients and one for dry. Dry ingredients first, then wet, then we mix the two and toss in the chocolate chips.
Yeah. Looks like we cream them together with the butter.
[With those directions, Rean immediately sets to work fishing out measuring equipment – thank you, Crow, for keeping half an organized kitchen! – and then measuring out flour.
And to being called "dear," he can't help but laugh a little, although his cheeks do flush a little unwittingly.]
If you get too antsy, you can always just eat the ones we're not using.
[Contrary to popular belief, he does not live like a messy college student! Crow'll just work his way over to read the card over Rean's shoulder, mostly getting measurements for the wet ingredients.]
!!
[His eyes spring to life like it's Christmas early.]
YES! [He'll just give himself a fist pump of victory. HE GETS TO LICK THE METAPHORICAL SPOON.] No takebacks!
Ha, I wouldn't dream of it. You're an adult, you get to make your own decisions. If you get sick, I just reserve the right to laugh at you later, that's all.
[He adds his leveled flour to the bowl and goes to measure out and add the baking soda and salt.]
Ahaha, you caught me. [A teasing little grin plays on his lips as he adds the remainder of the dry ingredients.] But that's fine. Worst case scenario, I still get Rice Krispy treats out of this, so it's a win all around no matter what, yeah?
[And slightly more seriously:] Where do you keep your silverware? I can just use a fork to mix this up.
If I really wanted you out of it that badly, there are better ways to do it than just hoping a stomach ache gets you. I mean, you have me here in your kitchen cooking with you, after all.
[He'd never actually poison Crow, but come on, now. Logic! As for that request, he gives a sharp nod.]
Got it.
[Some fishing later, Rean emerges with a fork in one hand and a whisk held out for Crow in the other.]
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Ahaha. Good thing we never placed bets on it, right?
[Rean sighs a little, but it's more cheerful than anything, just regaining his bearings.]
Well... I can't say it won't take some getting used to, but it's not a bad change. [It's not like Rean had gotten too used to the black hair, anyway. And either way, it's still Crow's smiling face.] But hey, we had a mission, didn't we?
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I swear, Lady Luck hasn't called me once since you showed up. You're not hogging her, are ya?
[But he'll let his hand be free of those locks as he tilts his head to follow him.]
Thanks. I would've accepted it either way but knowing you guys like it kinda helps, you know?
But enough of the mushy talk. We got a mission to make some cookies. And if that fails...well--
Rice Krispies it is.
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[He can tease right back, even if Crow's throwing him off. He's not that badly thrown, after all.]
Well, I'm glad to help, in that case. It's gotta be pretty weird waking up with part of yourself just so... different.
[But yes. Operation: Bakeageddon is a go!]
Ha... well. Let's see if we can't challenge ourselves and pull off both successfully. Think you can manage that level of self-control?
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[Not that Crow looks upset with it.]
Both, huh. MMMmm it'd be a challenge, but I'm game if you are. Can't promise the self-control on both, though. Rice Krispies are just beggin' for chocolate chip rain.
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[A cheeky little grin.]
Wouldn't have offered it if I weren't game for it. And... well. You only really need to master self-control for the baking portion, right? So I guess should you slip up during the Rice Krispies preparation, I could let it slide...
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[Crow'll walk him through the apartment, which isn't exactly the smallest that life has to offer, but reasonably snug. The door way automatically leads to the couch and TV area, the coffee table sitting right in front of it with a nice rug underneath. from there, it's just an open entrance to the kitchen, which has an oven, a sink, a counter top, microwave, the works.
Not too big, not too small. Set on the counter are the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies on one side, and on the other a jumbo box of rice krispies and a bag of marshmallows.]
Not a bad spread, I'd say.
[But his comment catches him, smirk spreading.]
Oh...such generosity from Rean Schwarzer! I may faint!
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[Rean's glancing around as they go. Sure, it's not the biggest place in the world, but it is cozy – it's a home, which is more than Rean can say for his dorm room even with his attempts to personalize the place.]
Not in the slightest. You have a pretty nice place, here.
[There's no point in hiding that from Crow, anyway. But he's stopped in his tracks by Crow's snarky little retort, his own slightly mystified smile giving way to a smirk.]
Haha, but what will I do then? I'm not the one training to be an EMT!
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Yeah? I didn't do too bad at the interior design? [The one part of it he did by himself, he had to admit.]
..
[But he smirks at the rebuttal, leaning in closer.]
Don't go asking the faint victim, Rean! They won't give you an answer~!
[He'll just go preheat that oven now--they can start mixing the ingredients whenever.]
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[And to Crow's leaning in closer to tease him, Rean responds in the most eloquent and mature way possible...
By reaching up to boop Crow's nose.]
Well, then. Guess you're just gonna have to try not to faint, 'cause I'll be no help.
[He wanders over to the ingredients.]
So, what recipe are we using?
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[He likes to think he's a step above 'college student', and despite his slackadaiscial attitude, the place does seem to be clean. No clothes on the floor, no Amazon boxes just lying around....hell, it even looks like he vacuums.
But he doesn't have long to gloat, because he feels a finger tip press against his nose ever so slightly. It's a funny couple of seconds, with Crow's eyes widening like a deer's, going crossed for just a second as he tries to process what just happened.
Rean...that was adorable. It practically warms his heart with how cute that was.
Give him a minute. He's just gotta stand up and walk towards the kitchen, pulling out the recipe card that he was storing. It's hardly audible, so to Rean it may sound a bit like jibberish, but--]
I swear, you're gonna be such a heartbreaker with the ladies.
[Then back to normal volume.]
Here it is! Classic Chocolate Chip. That's what we're goin' for.
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...and, well. The wide-eyed look is kind of cute on him, too. But it's not like he'll ever say it aloud.
Crow's muttering is indeed lost on Rean, and he glances over with a confused look.]
What's that you're going on about over there...?
[Crow being weird again, probably, so back to baking.]
Ah, nice. Mind if I give it a once-over before we get going, here?
[He holds out his hand to take the recipe card.]
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But he'll hand over that recipe card willingly, moving over to start preheating the oven.]
Lemme know if you wanna make any adjustments, yeah?
Just cause we're playing by the rules doesn't mean we have to follow ALL of them.
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No, we don't have to, but how about we get the basics down before we start experimenting? I'm not exactly a master baker myself, and with the master of the ooze cookie here, I'm not sure we should leave too much to chance.
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Crow can't help but smile guiltily.]
Touché.
Alright, oven's all set, so now we just gotta actually put everything together. What's step 1, my loyal assistant?
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We're going to need two bowls, one for wet ingredients and one for dry. Dry ingredients first, then wet, then we mix the two and toss in the chocolate chips.
A reasonable amount of chocolate chips.
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There we go. Perfect.
But he turns his head to Rean at that little quip.]
'Death by Chocolate' will forever live in my heart.
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...Measuring cups and spoons?
[And to that last little bit, he rolls his eyes teasingly at Crow.]
I don't think "death by" anything can quite "live," but you do you. Just don't do you into our batter.
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Well...recipe knows best. [He'll just slide those over to the 'wet' side.]
Measuring cups are drawer right by the fridge.
[He'll just roll his eyes right back at you!]
Yes, dear. I've learned my lesson.
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[With those directions, Rean immediately sets to work fishing out measuring equipment – thank you, Crow, for keeping half an organized kitchen! – and then measuring out flour.
And to being called "dear," he can't help but laugh a little, although his cheeks do flush a little unwittingly.]
If you get too antsy, you can always just eat the ones we're not using.
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!!
[His eyes spring to life like it's Christmas early.]
YES! [He'll just give himself a fist pump of victory. HE GETS TO LICK THE METAPHORICAL SPOON.] No takebacks!
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Ha, I wouldn't dream of it. You're an adult, you get to make your own decisions. If you get sick, I just reserve the right to laugh at you later, that's all.
[He adds his leveled flour to the bowl and goes to measure out and add the baking soda and salt.]
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Oh ho, so the truth comes out. You're just in this for the entertainment. Jokes on you, I've got a pretty tough stomach.
[Crow's just going to triple check that he's got everything right, making sure to use the measuring cups to measure out his own portion.]
So Ha!
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[And slightly more seriously:] Where do you keep your silverware? I can just use a fork to mix this up.
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[A fake sniffle.] There's no respect for elders left in this worl--Drawer by the toaster.
[That's right. He just completely went into that separate thought.] Grab the whisk from that little holder while you're at it, would ya?
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[He'd never actually poison Crow, but come on, now. Logic! As for that request, he gives a sharp nod.]
Got it.
[Some fishing later, Rean emerges with a fork in one hand and a whisk held out for Crow in the other.]
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