xp_logs | Log: Monet and Jan

OOC: Backdated to Friday because I've got a slight problem with deadlines...

Monet lent against the kitchen bench, communing with cup of tea in her left hand. She'd had to venture down here for the tea after running out of milk.

Lacking an actual kitchen in her dorm room, Jan opted to do her baking at the mansion. She was there often enough even if she was enjoying college life and not coming to hang out as much as she had in the summer, but there was no place to bake and decorate cookies like the kitchen at Xavier's.

Flinging the kitchen door open and stepping inside, armed with several varieties of cookie dough, Jan spotted what she hoped would be a willing accomplice. "Hi! Want to bake cookies?"

"Sure!" Monet grinned. "So, you here for training or to put off your assignments? Or because we're fantastic?"

"Because you're fantastic, of course, dah-ling!" Jan said with a grin. "All of the above, really, got a training session in a couple of hours and I figured I'd make cookies in the meantime." Jan dumped the wrapped cookie dough on a counter and opened a drawer. "I'm interrupting you from tea-time, huh?"

"Not really. I mean, you're going to give me cookies. What can be wrong about that? Unless they're poison cookies or something. They're not, are they?" Monet rubbed her forehead. She'd had a headache ever since she'd gotten on the first leg of the flight back from Afghanistan. Actually, she'd had a bit of a headache ever since the damn fight.

Jan turned on the oven, then pretended to examine the ingredients on one of the cookie dough rolls. "Nope, no poison. Sorry to disappoint. Only poison-free cookies here!" She hummed to herself for a moment and began to open the wrapper. "Are you a cookie-dough eater kind of person or not?"

Oh, good. Do you have chocolate chip? I love that one raw." Monet eyed the packets. "I know I make Lorna horrified with my lack of cooking, but I can do biscuits. We should make proper cinnamon biscuits without a packet at some point."

"Of course I have chocolate chip!" Jan exclaimed, pretending to be offended. "Who in their right mind doesn't include chocolate chip in the baking of cookies?" She held out the partially unwrapped roll to Monet. "And hey, have you ever had chocolate chipless chocolate chip cookies? The kind of dough for chocolate chip cookies but without the chips? We should make some sometime. From scratch, you know, not already make cookie dough. We can make biscuits and our homemade cookies!"

Monet grinned. "Good. I'd be very disappointed, if you hadn't. And no - I always used to do white ... thingie and macadamia ones. But it should work, I think. We should so try that." She broke off a piece of dough and nibbled it.

While Monet nibbled the chocolate chip cookie dough, Jan busied herself finding the necessary supplies. There wasn't very much needed to bake cookies made of already-made dough. "Want to make funny shapes?" Jan asked Monet, grinning. "I've got a couple of cookie cutters, but I think make-your-own shapes are way more cool."

"So, can we make dinosaur ones?" Monet moulded a little piece of dough into a body and started to stick on legs, only to have the dough drop from fingers that suddenly refused to hold it. She picked it up, holding it carefully and dusted some fluff off it. "It's still good. It's still good!"

"You eat it, then. Hey, are you one of the people who nearly got eaten by dinosaurs when I first came here and was stuck in tiny-mode? Everybody else got to play with giant, supposed-to-be-dead lizards, but I was stuck inside. So sad." Jan pouted, then began rolling a piece of dough.

"No, you eat it." Monet carefully put it over to one side. "Yeah. Jean and I were in New York and we got pterodactyls and then little flying cute ones. Amanda and Wanda? Wouldn't let me keep one for a pet. 's a shame, since it would have been the right size for you to train."

"Itty bitty dinosaurs?" Jan folded the dough into a pretzel shape. " I'm thinking Mr. Marko and some other people here wouldn't have been too happy if you'd brought a dinosaur here, even a little tiny cute one. Sure would have been funny, though."

"That's just because he's no fun." Monet nodded sagely.

"Sure he is!" Jan protested, working on another piece of dough. "He just acts all tough and scary so the kids will listen to him. He's actually nice."

"You're an insane crazy person. Like him. Anyone who throws your luggage in the lake is not fun. I no longer know you." Monet turned her back haughtily.

"There must be some reason why he did that," Jan said, continuing to shape cookies. "I can't see him just picking up your luggage and chucking it in the lake for no reason at all."

Monet shrugged. "I show up, perfectly polite and spewing everywhere because, hey, transport by Grandad and ask him to carry my bags in and he throws them in the lake. I think I called him the gardener or something? Possibly lackey."

"Well, he could have just left the bags where they were, but yeah, I can see him getting upset over that." Jan placed another cookie on the pan. "I mean, would you want someone to show up at your house and want you to carry your bags in for them? Especially if they called you a lackey. If someone offers, sure, great, why not? But to just expect random people to carry your stuff for you? Even I know that's bad form. You have to be nice about it. Smile and say please, you know? Did you smile and say please or, um, order him to carry your stuff?"

"Possibly? I swear, the man looks like gardener most of the time. How on earth was I supposed to know he wasn't the help, especially when..." Monet paused, swaying for a moment as the world tilted sideways and slid into double vision before gradually returning to a slightly unsteady normal. She resolved to ignore it. "Especially when I was spewing all over the place."

Jan threw a protective arm over the cookie dough shapes, moving the pan further away from Monet. "Don't go spewing all over the place now, ok? There are innocent cookies here, and they haven't even had a chance to get baked! You need to puke, do it away from the cookies, ok? There's a trash can over there, and a sink over here. Maybe you should sit down or something? Get something to drink?"

"I'm not going to spew! I'm fine. I reckon I've just got a bit of a cold." To prove it, she let go of the bench and straightened, daring the world to do ...that again. It didn't. "But, yeah, I'll have a bit of a sit, let you do the rest of the hard work. Monet flopped into a chair and tilted her feet up onto the table.

Yeah, like Monet had been helping before. Sure she'd been helping... if you considered ruining perfectly good cookie dough to be helping. "Yeah, you just sit there and keep yourself from getting sick all over my cookies, ok?" Jan placed one last cookie on the pan and hurried to put the cookies in the oven. No need to risk Monet getting sick all over them. Yuck.