[They're both gonna fuckin die. He slams back that shot too, and then moseys over to the pantry to rummage around for a lime... Just leaving her to do the actual work here like a SCRUB I GUESS.]
Need anything else outside of limes? And do we have all of the cookie ingredients?
[google tells me you need orange liqueur but she's not making him go back to any bar so these are not going to be margaritas as much as tequila with lime juice and salt,
Either way, she takes the next shot. It's definitely starting to effect her by now.]
[RUMMAGE RUMMAGE eventually he meanders back over with the lime, salt, butter, and a handful of peanuts?? Where did those come from. He bumps into her shoulder as he dumps it all on the counter, but it's not tipsy clumsiness so much as on-the-way-to-tipsy friendliness.]
pours himself another shot in her absence and slams that back, too. By the time she wanders back over, he's humming to himself and stacking peanut shells in one hand.]
Regardless, she's picking up the eggs as he sets them down and cracking them into the bowl with a little bit too much force. That's regardless of how many eggs he's setting on the counter, so. Can't wait for him to have put, like, six eggs out here!!]
[YEAH IT SURE WAS ALMOST SIX five get set out on the counter one by one and the sixth one slips out from between his little pinching demon fingers and splats unceremoniously onto the floor.]
—Oh. That egg was a bit slippery, haha.
[NO IT WASN'T. But he'll just reach down with his bare hands to scoop the egg guts and shell bits up and go carry it over to the trash can like a fool.]
He's also taking another drink though because she did and it's monkey see monkey do in this stupid kitchen.]
—Sure! You can leave it to me - I'll bring honor to our sect!
[He has no idea what he's doing. He just sticks the cup into their bag of flour and d-- wait where's their mixing bowl?? HE'S JUST STANDING HERE WITH A CUP OF FLOUR STARING AT THE COUNTER. If they actually did get one out and he's just looking at the wrong place, all the better, honestly.]
[She gently reaches out for the hand that's holding the cup, guiding it to the bowl with all the eggs and turning it over so all the flour in the cup pours in. Now it's full of five eggs and probably too little flour for that many eggs.]
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Yeah, it’s pretty good. Ooh, have you ever had a margarita? If not, I’m totally making you one later.
[As she says that, she’s dipping into the pantry really quick to grab the dry ingredients.]
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I haven't! If this is in there, you should make me two!
[god i hate him
He's also trotting after her to start fishing the wet ingredients out of their fridge! What he remembers, anyway, which is just eggs and milk.]
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[She says, as she
pours another round of shots, before grabbing a mixing bowl.]
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Need anything else outside of limes? And do we have all of the cookie ingredients?
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[google tells me you need orange liqueur but she's not making him go back to any bar so these are not going to be margaritas as much as tequila with lime juice and salt,
Either way, she takes the next shot. It's definitely starting to effect her by now.]
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[RUMMAGE RUMMAGE eventually he meanders back over with the lime, salt, butter, and a handful of peanuts?? Where did those come from. He bumps into her shoulder as he dumps it all on the counter, but it's not tipsy clumsiness so much as on-the-way-to-tipsy friendliness.]
Anything else? What now?
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Did you get vanilla extract?
[She pours another shot into the glasses, missing a little bit and splashing some onto the counter. It’s fine.]
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Eh-- Wait, what? Did you ask for that?
[SCRATCHING HIS HEAD he can't remember?! He pauses to look through his robes, as if he might have stuffed it in there and just forgotten about it.]
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[OFF SHE GOES a little clumsily. Be right back, roommate.]
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[He just
pours himself another shot in her absence and slams that back, too. By the time she wanders back over, he's humming to himself and stacking peanut shells in one hand.]
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I didn't get lost!
[That has no right to sound so triumphant.]
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Ah, marvelous! I knew you could do it! That's already steps one through ten done successfully, then!
[SINCE WHEN.]
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not going to question this.]
Okay! Now... Dry ingredients. So, um, flour, sugar, baking soda... Or was it baking powder? Or both?
[She's also taking the shot she left on the counter before running away to get the vanilla.]
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Both! Might as well err on the safe side.
[HOW IS THAT SAFE. He also starts pulling eggs out of the carton?? He's just putting them on the counter... These are not the dry ingredients.]
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[no it's not
Regardless, she's picking up the eggs as he sets them down and cracking them into the bowl with a little bit too much force. That's regardless of how many eggs he's setting on the counter, so. Can't wait for him to have put, like, six eggs out here!!]
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—Oh. That egg was a bit slippery, haha.
[NO IT WASN'T. But he'll just reach down with his bare hands to scoop the egg guts and shell bits up and go carry it over to the trash can like a fool.]
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[She makes no move to get a napkin. She does, however, stare down at the baking supplies for a moment with a small frown.]
Did we get cup measures?
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[He says, just leaving the rest of the egg leftovers on the... floor...
He's also leaving before he hears "measures" and coming back with some cups. Just regular-ass cups.]
Anything else?
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She takes another drink.]
No, I think that's fiiiine. You wanna do the honors?
[with
with what part]
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He's also taking another drink though because she did and it's monkey see monkey do in this stupid kitchen.]
—Sure! You can leave it to me - I'll bring honor to our sect!
[He has no idea what he's doing. He just sticks the cup into their bag of flour and d-- wait where's their mixing bowl?? HE'S JUST STANDING HERE WITH A CUP OF FLOUR STARING AT THE COUNTER. If they actually did get one out and he's just looking at the wrong place, all the better, honestly.]
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Nailed it.
[She says, laughing for no apparent reason.]
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It's looking great already! We're making good time.
[They're on a time limit??]
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[JUST IMMEDIATELY ADOPTS THIS INCORRECT IDEA]
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...Five minutes!!
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[just starts yelling out ingredients like she’s gordon ramsay]
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