Kyle & Laurie log: Cookies!

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When: Backdated to Saturday 23rd September Time: 7:30pm

Who: Kyle & Laurie

What Happens: Laurie and Kyle make cookies, and talk about classes, mutant powers and the joys of Shakespheare.



Laurie pulled the tray out of the oven and placed it on the bench, pausing for a second to smack Kyle lightly on the hand as he reached for a cookie. "No cookies for you." she informed him in her best imitation of the soup Nazi from Seinfield. "Least not until they're all done."

She walked back over to the bench she'd left the cookie dough on and started measuring out little heaps of cookie dough onto a tray.

Kyle grumbled, and continued 'stirring' another bowl of dough. And by stirring, he meant forcing a spoon through it with all his strength. "You're killing me here. I volunteer to help with cookie making, you make, like, cookie dough denser than lead, and I can't have any? You suck. I better get a big cookie out of this."

Laurie grinned at him over her shoulder before going back to measuring out the dough. "I don't know, a peanut butter cookie that size might completely seal your mouth shut for a week. Sure you want to risk that?"

She'd noted almost immediately upon meeting Kyle that it was very hard to be shy around him. He just seemed to have this nature that screamed 'I honestly don't care if something stupid comes out of your mouth, so how about we just cut with the impression making already?' So she had, and immediately dragooned him into helping her make cookies for the house. Considering what had happened recently, she'd felt something like cookies would go over well.

Kyle grinned, showing off his fangs. "I've had my mouth glued shut by Doc Moira's caramels before. If your cookies can do that, I'll be impressed." He protested. And continued stirring - but not without watching to see when Laurie turned her back. At least one fresh cookie would be his come hell or high water.

Laurie took the tray she'd filled and walked back over to the oven, opening the door and sliding it in. "I think I'd have to see these caramels. Anything that can keep your mouth glued shut for any amount of time must have some special properties."

Laurie gave him an entirely too innocent look over her shoulder, waiting to see how he'd react to that last comment.

"Hey!" Kyle protested. "I don't talk -that- much. I mean, okay, I talk a lot, but I can totally shut up when I need to." God knows Logan had ordered him to shut the hell up enough, and he'd managed that. "It's, you know, a matter of figuring out when I need to that's the problem."

"I'd suggest that it's usually the point at which they glare at you and threaten detention that it's a good time to shush." Laurie replied, grin still very evident.

She enjoyed teasing Kyle, as she'd found he wasn't one who'd immediately take offence and storm off in a huff if you did so. Having lived with her mother for all her life up to this point, and being part of a home where this sort byplay was a daily occurrence, she'd come to miss it.

"Yeah, the idea's kind of to avoid the theats too." Kyle said, reaching over carefully with one hand to see if he could snag just one cookie without Laurie catching on. "It'd be a lot easier if people, you know, Angel, Julio, certain cookie makers whose names I won't mention but are making cookies didn't instigate." And he was damned proud of himself for accurate use of the word instigate, Kyle thought. Enough to deserve the cookie, if he got to it.

Laurie noticed the movement and reached over, lightly tapping him on the hand with the spoon she was using to dig out dollops of cookie dough. She was starting to get good at this, soon she'd be able to call herself a 'spoon warrior' even...Okay, maybe not. But just let someone try to harrass her in the kitchen and she'd give them a spooning they wouldn't soon forget. "I so was not instigating. I was just admiring the pirate hat."

Normally he'd have given Laurie a grumble, or made some unhappy remark about deserving a cookie. But spoons being used to dig out dough had dough on them, and now Kyle had cookie dough on his hand. Which he promptly devoured before he lost any chance he had. "I win. Cookie dough totally trumps cookies." He said, with a considerable amount of glee.

Laurie snickered. "Well then, I promise you can have the bowl after I've finished making the cookies then."

Laurie looked over the several batches of cookies already made with a spectulative look. "How many more do you think? I don't want anyone to miss out."

"Um. Lesee." Kyle looked over the plates of cookies. "Chocolate. No-wheat chocolate. no-chocolate-chocolate, no-nut-no-chocolate, no-nut-no-wheat-no-chocolate chocolate.." He leaned over and sniffed at another plate. "And oatmeal banana." he said, trying not to look puzzled. If nothing else, Mondo would love them. Heck, he might eat a few too. They weren't too different from what he eat as cereal. "I'm thinking maybe one or two other batches? I think you managed all the important groups of stuff people can't eat though."

Laurie nodded, picked up the receipe book and wandered over to the cupboard to see what other ingredients she'd need. "Peanut butter cookies next then. You can't have a camping trip without peanut butter cookies...Well, for those of us who can eat them, anyhow. Ooo! And Mint slice, maybe made with the 'not chocolate but tastes like chocolate' stuff so everyone can try them."

"Peanut Butter's like, food of the gods or something." Kyle agreed. "And I can totally eat anything with peanut butter. Except for stuff with peanut butter that has stuff that I can't eat, but ... " He shrugged."Complicated. That was almost like math. I'm stopping now."

Laurie snickered and started pulling out ingredients, carefully arranging them on the bench. "Math isn't that complicated. Well, as long as you aren't talking about things like Chaos theory, anyhow. Now English, English is hard. With all the grammar rules and the words that sound the same but are spelt completely different."

"English's cake." Kyle said, grinning, and reaching over Laurie's head to the topmost cabinet for the organic peanut butter. "Grammar's only for books and papers one way, and talking another way." It was the one class he'd never struggled in, even when everything else was a chore. "Well, unless you're talking formal, and then it's back to the other way. But it's not that hard, because if it was, I'd have to have help with that too, and not just math clases."

Laurie gave him a speculative look as she reached for a clean bowl and started measuring out ingredients. "You know, considering I'm great at math, and you're great at English, wouldn't it make sense for us to be study buddies? Unless you've got a previous engagement for that, of course."

"Hey. Jay and I totally never got engaged." Kyle said, grinning. "No matter what Forge might tell you. No big emo gay wedding." He waited a half second, to see if Laurie was going to believe that he managed to misunderstand that badly, and then snickered. "See, this is what happens when you study. A guy gets decent grades, and then nobody believes him anymore when he acts dumb. And, sure. All I've got is business math this semester, so Forge is off the hook for cramming algebra in my head now."

"Luckily, I'm the type that never judges someone's intelligence by how they look. Comes from having a model for a mother. You have no idea just how many people think she's got sawdust for brains. So your whiley attempts to act dumb would not have worked on me, Mr future study budy. Wednesday or Friday afternoon better for you?" Laurie replied, grinning at Kyle.

Kyle thought for a minute. "Wednesday. Fridays is sometimes make sure Forge leaves the lab nights, so it's probably easier to just shove it in the middle of the week and not worry about rearranging later." He grinned. "And I totally promise not to spout poetry at you, because ugh. Not a fan of big flowery poetry."

"I don't know, could be fun. Just think about how people would react if they came across you reading poetry to me." Laurie replied, a mischevious light in her eyes. "But thanks, I think I'm already going under with all the Shakespheare we seem to have to read. How the hell did anyone get anything done back then, it must have taken you a week just to get your tongue around all the phrasing."

Having mixed up the ingredients, Laurie handed the bowl to Kyle so he could start measuring out globs of cookie dough onto the trays. A few more batches and they'd be done. While she loved cooking, she'd never made quite so much all at once.

"I've got a Old Dead English Dudes to English dictionary." Kyle said, very seriously. "No, really, I do. It helps a lot. And it makes more sense if you read it outloud. At least, it does for me." He realized that this would very likely lead into someone finding him reciting parts of Macbeth or something to Laurie, but his ego could probably take it.

"You realize that I am totally going to eat most of these, right?" He said, dropping giant-sized spoonfuls of dough onto the cookie sheet. "All organic peanut butter cookies just have Kyle Gibney written all over them."

"Of course. That's why I'm making a chocolate and peanut butter batch as well." Laurie replied. "The only question being, white chocolate, or milk chocolate?"

"Both." Kyle said, simply because he wasn't sure he could exactly remember what either tasted like anymore. Both smelled funny to him now. "I mean, you know, mix them up. Wacky random chips!" It -sounded- like a good idea, to him.

Weird, but fun. Laurie decided she liked it and poured an amount of both into the bowl. "I like how you think. And if the bigger kids and adults don't like them, then I'm almost positive the littlies will get a kick out of it. What was it like, having to give up stuff like that?"

"It sucks." Kyle said, plainly, but without any real contempt. "Sorta. I mean, chocolate I don't really miss anymore, because it smells kinda funny to me. But just being able to eat whatever, instead of having to really think about it? I got used to it, but I dunno if I like it any." He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten at McDonalds. "But, on the other hand? When Lorna makes fresh bread, I can smell it from across the other side of the mansion. So, you know, the mutation giveth and taketh away. Or something."

"I usually have to think a lot about what I'm feeling these days. It really takes the fun out of a good sulk." Laurie confessed, hand going to the device Forge had made her. "It's not so bad when I've got this turned on but they don't want me to rely on it, because what if it breaks, you know? And well, that whole responsible for your own destiny type stuff."

It wasn't anything like having to give up your favourite foods but having to be so self-aware could be awkward at times. It was much easier when she didn't have to worry about what her pheramones could be doing.

"I hear that." Kyle agreed. "I don't have it quite the same, but, you know..." He held up the hand with the spoon in it and let his claws all the way out. "Shaking hands just isn't the same anymore. I gotta think about a lot these days, more than I ever used to." He shrugged. "But you know, what can I do? I didn't ask for it, but I'm used to it, and most of the time, it's just, well, who I am."

"And of course, there's the benefits too. Like, big ol' mansion and being able to help people out." Laurie replied, wondering if she'd ever have enough control for her power to be useful beyond the occasional adrenalin boost.

"Fresh bread and sleeping in trees." Kyle said agreeably. "and chasing rabbits, but don't tell anyone I said so. Forge hasn't forgiven me for the last time." He grinned. "And where else are they gonna let me get away with dressing up as a pirate because I lost a volleyball bet?"

"That was awesome." Laurie agreed, grinning.

Marie was one of the cooler teachers, not that all the teachers weren't great in their own way. But Marie was one of Laurie's favourites. "Now, into the oven with these, some cooking time and then we should be all done save stacking them in boxes to take out with us."

Kyle looked at the last of the dough in the bowl and grinned. "Oh look. Raw dough. Gee, I wonder what I should do with it." He said, all mock-innocent. He'd have to pick the one or two remaining chocolate chips out, but they weren't likely to contaminate the little bit of dough that was left. "Somebody once said that cookie dough is the sushi of the dessery world. I totally agree."