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metamorphosis2012-04-22 04:25 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-04-22 04:25 pm
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Title: z is for zest
Characters: Luca Milda, Iria Animi
Rating: G
96/365.
“It adds flavor, I think. Mother used to put it in her cakes all the time.”
Iria frowns, rubbing the back of her neck, then sighs with her usual flair (palms flat to the air, shoulders shrugging as if to say ‘it’s hopeless!’). Luca smiles and turns the lemon he’s zesting against the metal grater, humming quietly. There are few things he enjoys more than reading or taking tests, and baking is one of those things — cooking in general, he’s found, but baking especially. He sets it aside and continues to stir the batter, lifting the spoon for Iria to take a glob on her finger and taste it. The look on her face is simply divine, and Luca’s happy smile turns into a patient one.
(Goodness knows he’d need it.)
“Would you mind finding a pan for this, Iria? A circular one.”
The search is, as expected, long, and Luca keeps himself busy by keeping an eye out for the others. They weren’t supposed to return for a while - distracting Ange is easy work, if there’s food in it - but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if Her accidentally let slip they were making a cake for her birthday, like Luca had a feeling she might. The only one more excited at the idea of a homemade cake than Iria had been her, and if she was eager enough in tasting it…
A triumphant yell interrupts his thoughts and he sweeps back into the kitchen, thanking Iria when she slides it over the counter to him and eagerly stands behind him as he fixes it up and pours the batter in. She snatches the bowl from him as soon as he’s finished with it and, after a moment, gives him the spoon and shares half the bowl with him, once he sits down from putting the cake in the oven to bake. They still have to make the frosting - that’s going to be lemon-flavored, too, he’s decided - but until then, he relaxes and enjoys the sound of Iria’s voice as she talks to fill the air.
Characters: Luca Milda, Iria Animi
Rating: G
96/365.
“It adds flavor, I think. Mother used to put it in her cakes all the time.”
Iria frowns, rubbing the back of her neck, then sighs with her usual flair (palms flat to the air, shoulders shrugging as if to say ‘it’s hopeless!’). Luca smiles and turns the lemon he’s zesting against the metal grater, humming quietly. There are few things he enjoys more than reading or taking tests, and baking is one of those things — cooking in general, he’s found, but baking especially. He sets it aside and continues to stir the batter, lifting the spoon for Iria to take a glob on her finger and taste it. The look on her face is simply divine, and Luca’s happy smile turns into a patient one.
(Goodness knows he’d need it.)
“Would you mind finding a pan for this, Iria? A circular one.”
The search is, as expected, long, and Luca keeps himself busy by keeping an eye out for the others. They weren’t supposed to return for a while - distracting Ange is easy work, if there’s food in it - but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Especially if Her accidentally let slip they were making a cake for her birthday, like Luca had a feeling she might. The only one more excited at the idea of a homemade cake than Iria had been her, and if she was eager enough in tasting it…
A triumphant yell interrupts his thoughts and he sweeps back into the kitchen, thanking Iria when she slides it over the counter to him and eagerly stands behind him as he fixes it up and pours the batter in. She snatches the bowl from him as soon as he’s finished with it and, after a moment, gives him the spoon and shares half the bowl with him, once he sits down from putting the cake in the oven to bake. They still have to make the frosting - that’s going to be lemon-flavored, too, he’s decided - but until then, he relaxes and enjoys the sound of Iria’s voice as she talks to fill the air.