Nineteenth Flame-[Voice/Action]

[gogglesyndrome]

Hey guys if you see a little kitten with wings wandering around the village, be careful with her okay? She's tiny and needs to be safe. She's staying with us so um, guys, I adopted a cat!

Hey Yamato, it's August first! I'm coming back to the house right now, so get them ready for you-know-what, okay?

[Anybody walking through town will see Taichi heading back for Chosen House weighed down with kitten supplies and some other food, along with a couple of cans of frosting and some cans of paint. Feel free to stop him and ask why he has all of that]

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

No! That's just really unsanitary and gross. I'm not phobic of anything.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Laughs softly, moving to stand up and check on the cupcakes.] Sure.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Well I'm not...[looks over his shoulder] Good?

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Stop giving him eleven year old ideas. Because at this point he'd be liable to do it just to freak you out and then realize later what he had actually done. Awkward.] Yeah. They'll need to cool for a bit, but... [Opens the oven and with use of a pair of oven mitts, extracts the cupcakes.]

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[They're both really awkward already. And eleven year old ideas usually aren't good anyway like groping Tear. Backs off enough to let Yamato have room, leaning over him again to look at the cupcakes] Awesome! So once they're cool we can frost them?

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Nods.] Meaning now would be a good time to make the frosting. [Breaks out frosting-making stuff.]

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Show me what to do.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Nods, getting a sifter and some powdered sugar.] Gonna have to sift this, soften the butter... ...You sift, I'll mess with the butter. 'Cause it's hard to soften it but not melt it.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

What's the difference anyway? [takes the sifter and looks at the powdered sugar. Wtf do I do with this.]

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

Melted butter is more or less an oily liquid. We don't want liquid, we want a softened solid.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

That sounds really gross. What about the sugar?

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

Sifting it makes it lighter and less dense. Makes for fluffier frosting.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Where do I sift it? In the butter?

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

Nonono, here. Pour... eh, maybe half of this bag into the strainer? And just kind of shake it a little so it falls into the bowl underneath. Try not to make a mess.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Gotcha. [annnd does just that]

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[...in that he makes a mess, or he sifts the sugar? Sets to softening the butter.]

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[sifts. Maybe a little bit of a mess but not much]

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Hard to avoid some manner of mess, with confectioner's sugar. Puts some milk and vanilla and a pinch of salt in with the butter and mashes it all together while he waits for 'Chi to finish.]

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[there's probably some sugar on the ground and in his hair but he's done!] Okay!

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

Great, bring th-- ... [Laughs softly.] ...Taichi, your hair.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

What? [waves a hand through it, probably spreading even more sugar-dust]

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Lol. Moves forward and dusts his hair off a little.] You've got sugar in it.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[watches Yamato dust off his hair, grinning a little] Thanks, housewife.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Elbows him.] Shaddap.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[lol.]