Nica and Emily - Kitchen Pranks
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xp_logsComing across Emily talking to a sourdough starter, Nica can't resist a harmless bit of teasing. Backdated to March 2nd.
Emily contemplated the sourdough starter she’d found in the cupboard, wondering if people around here were precious with their things or not. It was the main kitchen, and it hadn’t been tagged with anyone’s name like the food that was Catseye only.
She’d also noticed the surfeit of venison in the large industrial sized freezers in the walk-in pantry but she wasn’t touching any of that until she made sure someone wasn’t planning a massive dinner party.
Maybe she could ask Sooraya about the dough? She seemed to have her finger on the pulse of most things around here.
“You and I are going to be fast friends if whoever made you is willing.”
Nica had been on her way to the kitchen when she'd overheard Emily talking to... the sourdough starter? She smiled at the girl's whimsy and decided to join in. In a blink, she was invisible, stepping into the kitchen and sidling up close to the starter. "Friends tell each other their names!" she said in a silly, squeaky voice.
"My name's Yeasty, what's yours?"
Emily frowned, she wasn’t used to the inanimate objects she talked to answering back but then she hadn’t heard of magic until she’d turned up here either.
“Hi Yeasty. Um. Do you mind if I use some of you to make bread? Oh! I’m Emily, um. I’m Australian?”
"Of course! You can totally use me for bread!" Nica knew the starter belonged to Sooraya, who wouldn't mind if some of it was used."That's what I'm here for!"
“You’re very accommodating for a sour dough starter,” Emily noted but who was she to argue with bread? “I guess I only need a little bit of you, so you just wait here while I get everything else ready.”
Emily left the cupboard open as she went looking for a bread tray. She could have used the bread maker she’d found but they always left a giant hole in any loaf and besides, she wanted to do it from scratch.
“Now, if you were a bread tray, where would you be stored? Back home there was this little drawer directly under the oven but I don’t know if Americans have a tray drawer like that.”
"Oh, we totally have that!" Apparently Yeasty had the power of telekinesis, as the afore-mentioned drawer under one of the ovens opened. "But we mainly keep the flat trays here." The drawer closed and one of the cupboards opened. "Here's where the bread pans are!"
Sometimes the only response to the completely insane was to just go with it and see where it brought you. She’d already accepted the impossible of talking sour dough starter, what was a talking sour dough starter that also happened to have powers?
Magic was real, people could talk in your head and other dimensions were just a Friday afternoon jaunt through a wormhole away. It really wasn’t that impossible to imagine.
“Thank you,”
Emily pulled out a suitable bread pan and looked about for a mixing bowl.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where the baking tools are, would you?”
Another cupboard door opened, apparently of its own accord, while Nica stifled a giggle. She was enjoying herself, especially since Emily seemed to be accepting the whole invisible helper thing. She lifted out the larger mixing bowl and placed it on the counter. "Anything else?" she asked, forgetting to use "Mr Yeasty's" squeaky voice.
Emily paused, having noted the change of voice. Someone was having a go, which frankly she’d been expecting since she got here so to finally have people feel comfortable enough to take the piss was somewhat of a relief. She’d begun thinking that all these Americans had no idea at all.
“You can come out now.”
There was a flicker and then Nica appeared by the counter, looking only a little abashed. "Um, hi? I hope you don't mind me teasing you a bit, I couldn't resist. I'm Nica. Emily, isn't it?"
Emily tried to look serious but couldn’t quite manage to hide the smile as she shook her head.
“Normally I’m the one running the pranks, so you got me good, I won’t lie.”
"Well, being able to turn invisible does help." Nica couldn't help grinning in reply. She leaned back against the counter, stuffing her hands in her jeans pockets. "And to be honest, people need to have more fun with their powers. There's so much drama, living here, I think people forget that. As long as you're not punching down, of course."
“Well, speaking of fun, since you’re here and all, how about helping me bake?”
Emily wasn’t above dragooning someone into assistant mode when she had the opportunity and she’d always found cooking or baking in this case with others to be soothing.
"As long as you don't need me to handle pastry. My hands are too hot and it's a total fail - I tried to help my grandma make pies last Christmas, and mine turned out so rubbery, it wasn't funny." Nica pushed herself off the counter and came forward to stand next to Emily. "You bake a lot at home?"
“Sort of. That’s mostly my Aunt, but I like to help too,” Emily admitted.
"Well then, that's more than I do. So you're the boss - what do we do first?"
Emily contemplated the sourdough starter she’d found in the cupboard, wondering if people around here were precious with their things or not. It was the main kitchen, and it hadn’t been tagged with anyone’s name like the food that was Catseye only.
She’d also noticed the surfeit of venison in the large industrial sized freezers in the walk-in pantry but she wasn’t touching any of that until she made sure someone wasn’t planning a massive dinner party.
Maybe she could ask Sooraya about the dough? She seemed to have her finger on the pulse of most things around here.
“You and I are going to be fast friends if whoever made you is willing.”
Nica had been on her way to the kitchen when she'd overheard Emily talking to... the sourdough starter? She smiled at the girl's whimsy and decided to join in. In a blink, she was invisible, stepping into the kitchen and sidling up close to the starter. "Friends tell each other their names!" she said in a silly, squeaky voice.
"My name's Yeasty, what's yours?"
Emily frowned, she wasn’t used to the inanimate objects she talked to answering back but then she hadn’t heard of magic until she’d turned up here either.
“Hi Yeasty. Um. Do you mind if I use some of you to make bread? Oh! I’m Emily, um. I’m Australian?”
"Of course! You can totally use me for bread!" Nica knew the starter belonged to Sooraya, who wouldn't mind if some of it was used."That's what I'm here for!"
“You’re very accommodating for a sour dough starter,” Emily noted but who was she to argue with bread? “I guess I only need a little bit of you, so you just wait here while I get everything else ready.”
Emily left the cupboard open as she went looking for a bread tray. She could have used the bread maker she’d found but they always left a giant hole in any loaf and besides, she wanted to do it from scratch.
“Now, if you were a bread tray, where would you be stored? Back home there was this little drawer directly under the oven but I don’t know if Americans have a tray drawer like that.”
"Oh, we totally have that!" Apparently Yeasty had the power of telekinesis, as the afore-mentioned drawer under one of the ovens opened. "But we mainly keep the flat trays here." The drawer closed and one of the cupboards opened. "Here's where the bread pans are!"
Sometimes the only response to the completely insane was to just go with it and see where it brought you. She’d already accepted the impossible of talking sour dough starter, what was a talking sour dough starter that also happened to have powers?
Magic was real, people could talk in your head and other dimensions were just a Friday afternoon jaunt through a wormhole away. It really wasn’t that impossible to imagine.
“Thank you,”
Emily pulled out a suitable bread pan and looked about for a mixing bowl.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where the baking tools are, would you?”
Another cupboard door opened, apparently of its own accord, while Nica stifled a giggle. She was enjoying herself, especially since Emily seemed to be accepting the whole invisible helper thing. She lifted out the larger mixing bowl and placed it on the counter. "Anything else?" she asked, forgetting to use "Mr Yeasty's" squeaky voice.
Emily paused, having noted the change of voice. Someone was having a go, which frankly she’d been expecting since she got here so to finally have people feel comfortable enough to take the piss was somewhat of a relief. She’d begun thinking that all these Americans had no idea at all.
“You can come out now.”
There was a flicker and then Nica appeared by the counter, looking only a little abashed. "Um, hi? I hope you don't mind me teasing you a bit, I couldn't resist. I'm Nica. Emily, isn't it?"
Emily tried to look serious but couldn’t quite manage to hide the smile as she shook her head.
“Normally I’m the one running the pranks, so you got me good, I won’t lie.”
"Well, being able to turn invisible does help." Nica couldn't help grinning in reply. She leaned back against the counter, stuffing her hands in her jeans pockets. "And to be honest, people need to have more fun with their powers. There's so much drama, living here, I think people forget that. As long as you're not punching down, of course."
“Well, speaking of fun, since you’re here and all, how about helping me bake?”
Emily wasn’t above dragooning someone into assistant mode when she had the opportunity and she’d always found cooking or baking in this case with others to be soothing.
"As long as you don't need me to handle pastry. My hands are too hot and it's a total fail - I tried to help my grandma make pies last Christmas, and mine turned out so rubbery, it wasn't funny." Nica pushed herself off the counter and came forward to stand next to Emily. "You bake a lot at home?"
“Sort of. That’s mostly my Aunt, but I like to help too,” Emily admitted.
"Well then, that's more than I do. So you're the boss - what do we do first?"
