Tansy Clarke (stageflame) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-02-13 13:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~nicolette ashford, ~tansy clarke |
who ? Tansy and Nicky.
when ? Tuesday 13th February.
where ? The kitchen on the 1st floor of the barracks.
what ? Moon pies for Mardi Gras.
warnings/rating ? SFW.
status ? Open.
It was a very rare day indeed that Tansy woke up hankering for something sweet. She'd been carefully controlling her calories for so long that she'd never had the chance in childhood to develop a taste for chocolate frosting or ice cream sundaes. It didn't bother her - she wanted to get the most out of her body every day, and that meant putting the best into it. Tansy's last e-mail from her mother had included an offhand mention of the Rubonia Mardi Gras parade, which had brought back memories - first of watching the parade, admiring the dancers, and then of being asked to perform in it with the rest of her gymnastics group. Those memories had coalesced into an immovable desire for moon pies. Tansy could have asked Mira to make them, of course. Tansy so rarely asked for anything that Mira would probably have agreed, but she was already busy with Valentine's Day treats, so Tansy had decided to take matters into her own hands.
She'd requested a handful of recipes from Rachel, who'd forwarded them on to her after checking they were free of whatever it was handlers needed to check such things for. One of them, which used ingredients like instant pudding and boxed cake mix, seemed exactly the level of baking Tansy could handle. Her mom had cooked healthy, protein-based meals for both her athletic children, and their time had been too taken up with games and competitions to ever spend weekends in the kitchen like Tansy knew some people did. Still, how wrong could she go with box mix and instant pudding?
The answer to that, apparently, was very. Despite having been in the oven three times longer than the recipe said they should, the cookies were too raw to lever off the baking sheet. The marshmallow-frosting mixture that was supposed to be sandwiched between the cookies was ready, and Tansy was nervous it was going to solidify if she didn't get it in place soon. "For fuck's sake," she muttered, staring at the oven, as if she had any idea how to tell what was wrong with it. "It would be quicker to cook them myself!" It really would, and Tansy briefly wondered if she'd get in trouble for simply manifesting enough fire to cook with. She'd never tried that before, it could be interesting. She glanced around, just to make sure no one who'd snitch was watching, and spotted someone walking past the kitchen. "Can you bake?" she called out, "Because if not, I'm about to stick my head in this oven."