gumdrops and sugarplums / cooking

[ORPHEUS]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Orpheus, on the other hand, had been a natural. His own baking skills didn't get where they were overnight; he'd started out with burnt cookies just like everyone else. But there was only so many ways a child could express love for a very busy, very paranoid father figure, and this was the one that he had settled on quickly enough. Peanut butter cookies and all sorts of cakes. The quality improved over time, and now he could work just about anything his paws could touch. Some things were admittedly a bit of a pain in the ass and always would be — his paws were simply too big for silverware, and the lack of opposable thumbs would pain him if he knew how much easier life would be with them — but he had always done his best to overcome the obstacles placed in his path. Clarence will probably be able to do the same, given time.

And a bit of luck, if this was how he went about things. The lion clears his throat softly, though he's already carried himself close enough to reach out and touch Clarence if he so chose. His light frame and soft paws do wonders for keeping him quiet, which isn't always a good thing when the person he's sneaking up on has their head literally inside of an oven. Which brings him back to his point, in a strange roundabout way: "You're not looking for Hansel and Gretel, are you?"