[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.]
Ahaha. Gonna have to work on those defenses, then, aren't you?
[The smile on his face would be so innocent if he weren't joking about murder.
Immediately, he switches right back into instruction mode.]
Mix up the butter and the sugars 'til it's fluffy, then add the eggs one at a time and mix those in. Then we slowly add my mixture til it's all incorporated, and then chocolate chips. Then we just gotta ball 'em out and bake 'em off.
[Crow lets him look...blinking down into it as Rean gives his assessment.]
AH! I see where you're talkin'. My lovely assistant once again coming through for me...~
[He'll just spend a little more time mixing, then.]
Heh, it's funny. We could've just gotten those pull apart cookie dough packages and no one would've known the difference. But here we are, doin' things the hard way...
Alternatively, some things should never be considered at all.
[Look, Crow might have faith, but Rean does not. Either way, Rean picks up his bowl and adds about a third of the mixture into Crow's so he can stir them together.]
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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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You slipped right past my defenses....curses...
[But it's quickly replaced by a smile, reaching out to take that whisk.]
What's after we get all of it mixed up?
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[The smile on his face would be so innocent if he weren't joking about murder.
Immediately, he switches right back into instruction mode.]
Mix up the butter and the sugars 'til it's fluffy, then add the eggs one at a time and mix those in. Then we slowly add my mixture til it's all incorporated, and then chocolate chips. Then we just gotta ball 'em out and bake 'em off.
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[If Rean ever wanted verbal confirmation that this friendship was build on solid foundation, there ya go.]
Got it.
[Butter and sugar are a go, giving it a steady rhythm to stir it as he talks.]
Sounds pretty foolproof to me.
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For a brief moment, his expression morphs into surprise, but it's quick to melt right back into a smile.]
...Heh. Yeah, you got me there.
[Rean's just going to get back to work with his own mixture, although it doesn't take too much to get those mixed up.]
Yeah, it does. Still, I don't think either of us can afford to get cocky.
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Heh, not if we want to prove we can master a thing most 14 year old girls have down pat.
[The eggs are added one by one, mixing each one in as he drops it. Soon enough, he's got what looks like a mixture starting to form.]
You got your stuff ready?
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Exactly.
[Rean watches Crow work, peering into their half-formed batter.]
Yeah, I do. ...Mmm, you might want to work that a little more before we add mine in, though, I still see bits of egg that aren't incorporated fully...
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AH! I see where you're talkin'. My lovely assistant once again coming through for me...~
[He'll just spend a little more time mixing, then.]
Heh, it's funny. We could've just gotten those pull apart cookie dough packages and no one would've known the difference. But here we are, doin' things the hard way...
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[To that latter point, though, he laughs a little.]
We could have! But it's a matter of pride, isn't it? Sure, we could fool people, but we'd know it was a lie.
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[He'll point that whisk right at him.]
Vanna wouldn't mouth off to me like you do.
[But his 'seriousness' drops the second after he says it, going back to stirring.]
You're right, though. Gotta take pride in doing something yourself at least once.
Then you can cheat.
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[He's still smiling, though.]
Heh, maybe. Or we can just perfect our craft and move on to bigger and better things?
...I think we're probably good to start adding in the dry ingredients now.
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[Not that he doesn't have faith that you could rock that, but...he'll keep such comments to himself.]
Bigger and better things...like brownies.
[But with Rean's confirmation, he'll hold out his bowl for Rean to add the dry contents to. Its much less of a mess putting dry into wet, after all.]
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[Look, Crow might have faith, but Rean does not. Either way, Rean picks up his bowl and adds about a third of the mixture into Crow's so he can stir them together.]
Maybe! But let's just get these down first.