05-12-2018, 06:40 PM
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
ooc let it be known that this is a human au because cooking + small cat = fire, probably. But eh.
Could Hazel cook?
Um, to a degree. (Get it?)
Truthfully, Hazel used to make herself and her Mother dinner sometimes. Other times she made meals just for herself, when she wasn’t locked in her room. It was nothing fancy, of course: scrambled eggs, pasta, toast, and pancakes, on occasion. Just small things she could eat and clean up quickly so they didn’t make a mess.
But she had never tried baking cookies. She wasn’t in the observatory’s kitchen very often, but knew it was stocked full of food to keep the clan fed. When Starry told her to make cookies, Hazel had been a little apprehensive for more than a few reasons, but wasn’t about to refuse what she’d offered to take.
It had taken ten minutes to find a decent box of cookie mix, and another five to decide that she didn’t want to make them from the box. She wanted to make them from scratch.
So over the course of the next hour and a half, Hazel spent measuring and pouring and stirring ingredients into a massive bowl. It wasn’t a clean process, either. She had tried to keep it clean, but had somehow managed to burn herself on the oven (rookie advice: don’t leave the oven door open) while carrying the flour and sugar. Now not only did she have a burn mark on her elbow, but she and a good portion of the kitchen were covered in flour and sugar.
For a good while Hazel was terrified someone would walk in and yell at her, but ended up taking a fifteen minute break to clean up what she could reach. Herself excluded, because she didn’t have time for that. Nevertheless, in the end, she produced two batches of pretty nice cookies: one snickerdoodle, and one chocolate chip. She just hoped nobody would check the trash can for her two and a half failed attempts.
“Hey, everyone! I made cookies!” Hazel called out, walking outside to sit in the sunshine. The smell of fresh, warm cookies wafted high into the air, and the first one to find her was - oh, christ.
“No, Arion - abi!” She yelped at the Thoroughbred, twisting out of reach as he shoved his muzzle at the cookies. “These aren’t for you! Go find something else to eat, you nosy colt!” Hazel couldn’t hold back her smile as she shoved his nose away, sticking her tongue out when he whinnied at her in his frustration.
Could Hazel cook?
Um, to a degree. (Get it?)
Truthfully, Hazel used to make herself and her Mother dinner sometimes. Other times she made meals just for herself, when she wasn’t locked in her room. It was nothing fancy, of course: scrambled eggs, pasta, toast, and pancakes, on occasion. Just small things she could eat and clean up quickly so they didn’t make a mess.
But she had never tried baking cookies. She wasn’t in the observatory’s kitchen very often, but knew it was stocked full of food to keep the clan fed. When Starry told her to make cookies, Hazel had been a little apprehensive for more than a few reasons, but wasn’t about to refuse what she’d offered to take.
It had taken ten minutes to find a decent box of cookie mix, and another five to decide that she didn’t want to make them from the box. She wanted to make them from scratch.
So over the course of the next hour and a half, Hazel spent measuring and pouring and stirring ingredients into a massive bowl. It wasn’t a clean process, either. She had tried to keep it clean, but had somehow managed to burn herself on the oven (rookie advice: don’t leave the oven door open) while carrying the flour and sugar. Now not only did she have a burn mark on her elbow, but she and a good portion of the kitchen were covered in flour and sugar.
For a good while Hazel was terrified someone would walk in and yell at her, but ended up taking a fifteen minute break to clean up what she could reach. Herself excluded, because she didn’t have time for that. Nevertheless, in the end, she produced two batches of pretty nice cookies: one snickerdoodle, and one chocolate chip. She just hoped nobody would check the trash can for her two and a half failed attempts.
“Hey, everyone! I made cookies!” Hazel called out, walking outside to sit in the sunshine. The smell of fresh, warm cookies wafted high into the air, and the first one to find her was - oh, christ.
“No, Arion - abi!” She yelped at the Thoroughbred, twisting out of reach as he shoved his muzzle at the cookies. “These aren’t for you! Go find something else to eat, you nosy colt!” Hazel couldn’t hold back her smile as she shoved his nose away, sticking her tongue out when he whinnied at her in his frustration.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better