Post by Alliecat on Apr 14, 2013 7:08:22 GMT 10
Title: Let’s Get Crack-a-lacking
Rating: G
Word Count: 306
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Alanna and Jon bake a cake for Gary’s birthday.
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“Do you know how to bake a cake?” Jon asked seemingly out of the blue one day.
Alanna laughed. “Me? Baking? You must be kidding.”
Jon shrugged his shoulders. “Gary knows origami. You wouldn’t have predicted that, would you?”
Alanna leaned back against the wall. “I don’t know,” she said mildly. “Gary loves everything about paper. Reading paper, carrying paper, he must sleep on paper. Why not folding paper? Now Raoul,” a small grin crossed her face, “I doubt that his fingers are small and agile enough.”
Raoul frowned. “But he knows how to knit, and that requires dexterity. Remember that time—“ He interrupted himself, “Back to the topic at hand. Baking. I don’t know how to bake, and it’s Gary’s birthday tomorrow. It can’t be that hard. Let’s figure it out.”
Two hours later Jon and Alanna are covered in flour, and the kitchen is absolutely a mess. “I could have told you this would be a terrible idea,” Alanna muttered, trying to extract a piece of butter from her hair.”
Jon laughed and, after dipping his finger, drew a line down her nose. “You don’t know anything you try it.”
“Is that so?” she asked. With a grin, she raked her sticky fingers through his hair.
“Now that,” he muttered, pulling her close, “Was crossing the line.” With a free hand he grasped a handful of flour and flung it at her face.
Alanna coughed, the white dust settling around her shoulders. “Now you’re asking for it,” she said and tossed more flour back at him. A bell rings, and they turn to face the oven.
“Let’s get it in the oven,” Jon said, looking back at her. “Hand me the cake, will you?”
“Of course.” Alanna passes Jon the tin and, as he’s bent over, cracks an egg right on his head.
Rating: G
Word Count: 306
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Alanna and Jon bake a cake for Gary’s birthday.
:::
“Do you know how to bake a cake?” Jon asked seemingly out of the blue one day.
Alanna laughed. “Me? Baking? You must be kidding.”
Jon shrugged his shoulders. “Gary knows origami. You wouldn’t have predicted that, would you?”
Alanna leaned back against the wall. “I don’t know,” she said mildly. “Gary loves everything about paper. Reading paper, carrying paper, he must sleep on paper. Why not folding paper? Now Raoul,” a small grin crossed her face, “I doubt that his fingers are small and agile enough.”
Raoul frowned. “But he knows how to knit, and that requires dexterity. Remember that time—“ He interrupted himself, “Back to the topic at hand. Baking. I don’t know how to bake, and it’s Gary’s birthday tomorrow. It can’t be that hard. Let’s figure it out.”
Two hours later Jon and Alanna are covered in flour, and the kitchen is absolutely a mess. “I could have told you this would be a terrible idea,” Alanna muttered, trying to extract a piece of butter from her hair.”
Jon laughed and, after dipping his finger, drew a line down her nose. “You don’t know anything you try it.”
“Is that so?” she asked. With a grin, she raked her sticky fingers through his hair.
“Now that,” he muttered, pulling her close, “Was crossing the line.” With a free hand he grasped a handful of flour and flung it at her face.
Alanna coughed, the white dust settling around her shoulders. “Now you’re asking for it,” she said and tossed more flour back at him. A bell rings, and they turn to face the oven.
“Let’s get it in the oven,” Jon said, looking back at her. “Hand me the cake, will you?”
“Of course.” Alanna passes Jon the tin and, as he’s bent over, cracks an egg right on his head.