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Tweak says, "que que?"

Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in magicofloverpg,
@ 2016-01-26 23:36:00

Entry tags:

!rp, char: bill weasley, char: melinda bobbin, season: 1

RP: Marshmallows!
Characters: Bill and Melinda + Open
Date: 26. January
Setting: The kitchen in Villa Acacia
Summary: Melinda promised Bill she would show him how to make marshmallows
Warnings: TBD, though it’s sticky and gooey and Bill & Mel

Melinda couldn’t quite remember how they had gone from snuggling on a beach chair, watching the sun set over the ocean, to rummaging through the fridge back in Villa Acacia in search of pasteurized egg whites. But they were, and with a whoop of victory, she turned around and held up the small bottle.

“Found them,” she grinned and gave Bill a quick kiss before she handed him the whites and turned back to get the last few things from in there.

“So, it seems that unless we go with mostly artificial flavours, everything readymade is red.” She held up the three bottles. “Raspberry, strawberries or cherry?”

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_intombs
2016-01-27 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Bill was intrigued to know how the marshmallows were made. Plus of course it was time spent in the company of his favorite woman here, and he knew it'd be a good time. He contemplated the array of ingredients before them. He wasn't sure he'd even known there was such a thing as pasteurized egg whites.

"Hmmm. What do you think... strawberry, maybe?" he suggested, a question in his voice. He could cook, but he didn't do things like this.

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_melinda_
2016-01-27 11:03 pm UTC (link)

“Strawberry would be good,” Melinda agreed, smiling up at Bill and moving so close to him that her breasts were touching his chest. “It’d be a milder flavor, not quite as intense as the raspberry or as deep as the cherry, but it’d be good.”

“Now,” she continued, her smirk teasing as she brushed past him to the kitchen counter. “If you could put these in a bowl of cold water,” she said, handing him the sheets of isinglass she had counted out. “We’ll let that soak for later.” As she spoke, she was already measuring out the sugar, glucose, strawberry juice, and vanilla into a pot and egg whites into another.

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_intombs
2016-01-28 12:51 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe next time we can do raspberry," he mused, not even giving it a second thought that there could possibly be a second time. He really liked Melinda; he might even be falling for her, hard. He wanted to see where things would go with her already. Bill always had been a more serious sort of bloke when it came to women.

His hand curved around her hip in passing as she brushed by him, and he grinned unrepentantly. "Cold water, I can do that," he said, moving to the sink to draw some water and cooling it with a tap of his wand and a casual thought. He put the isinglass, whatever that was, in the bowl. "I had no idea all this stuff went into marshmallows," he admitted, looking at the array of ingredients before them.

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_melinda_
2016-01-28 01:13 pm UTC (link)

Unconsciously, Melinda stood a little taller. It didn’t register with her that not doing this again was an actual risk, but they still had a couple of weeks left here, and with what she had with Bill, not being selected to stay wasn’t a concern for her.

“All this?” she asked with a chuckle and set a whisk to whip the egg whites before she turned on the heat under the red mixture. “This is actually quite a simple selection.”

She set a spoon to stirring in the pot, the thermometer hovering just where it wouldn’t touch the bottom. “Those needs to be stiff,” she said pointing to the egg whites, “that’ll give them that fluffy texture. This,” she gestured to the pot, “once it’s 145 degrees, we’ll pour that into that to make it a merengue-like texture and then we’ll melt the isinglass and put that in to make it nice and gooey.” Beaming up at him her eyes were twinkling with excitement. It wasn’t entirely impossible that the twinkling had to do with her falling for this incredible man who had suddenly just been there…

Her hands now free, she held one out to Bill, wanting to touch him, wanting him closer, just because she could.

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_intombs
2016-01-28 01:23 pm UTC (link)

Bill smiled not quite ruefully. "I can cook," he assured her. "I just can't cook fancy stuff." His mother had made sure he knew some good, basic dishes. Tasty ones, even. But they weren't anything you'd call fancy or that a real chef might take interest in. He'd also learned a few french ones for Fleur, but he wasn't about to mention that.

He listened to her with a little grin playing around his lips. So Ravenclaw, he thought with a large surge of fondness. She was beautiful all the time, but she was looking particularly lovely with her eyes sparkling and a rosy glow about her. "Goooooey," he drawled playfully.

Bill took her hand and drew her closer, pressing his lips to the back of it. He stepped up behind her, carding their fingers together and wrapping his other arm around her, hugging her back to him.

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_melinda_
2016-01-28 01:44 pm UTC (link)

“Yeah?” Melinda asked, her eyebrows raised in question before she shook her head. “I can’t. Not actual food, at least. Sweets, treats, desserts and cakes, sure, but not actual food that isn’t sandwiches or salads.”

With a chuckle she let herself get drawn back close to him, tightening her fingers around his and resting her head back against his chest. “Yeah, gooooey,” she purred. “But before it gets gooey, it’s sticky and that’s when we have to shape it. I’m thinking rolls covered in cocoa, maybe sprinkled with some dried or candied flowers?”

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_intombs
2016-01-28 01:51 pm UTC (link)

"I can do the basics," he said. "Nothing fancy, but the kids don't complain, at least." Most of the time. "Well, okay, Dominique hates most green things, no matter what, but that's soooo not my fault." And okay, there were lots of leftover from his mom, but he did do some of it himself.

Bill rested his cheek against her hair. "Stiiiicky," he said with quiet glee. "That sounds like fun. Nice and sticky." He lightly nibbled on her ear, playful. "Cocoa sounds very tasty."

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_melinda_
2016-01-28 02:27 pm UTC (link)

Bill talking about his children made Melinda smile. With him standing behind her, she couldn’t see it, but she now knew that when the talk fell on them, his eyes would light up and his smile would soften.

“It is fun,” she giggled, a giggle that turned into a soft sigh when she felt his lips on her ear, “but not as fun as cleaning it off afterwards.” Melinda tilted her head to the side, inviting more kisses. “At least not when you’ve help like this.” She giggled softly. “Cocoa will be the right kind of bitter to match the sweet strawberry and the powder will be a nice contrast to the chewy gooeyness.”

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_intombs
2016-02-01 01:11 pm UTC (link)

Bill followed her silent invitation, kissing along her jaw softly, down to her neck. "Oh, cleaning up," he said with a warm, amused tone. He knew exactly how he'd like to go about doing that. "I can definitely do the cleaning up, particularly since you're the one cooking."

"All the contrasts make things all yummy and perfect," he agreed. He liked exploring contrasts especially with her lately.

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_melinda_
2016-02-01 10:10 pm UTC (link)

”Mm, hmm,” Melinda purred with a grin. “Contrasts and complimentary flavours is what it’s all about, really.” Bill’s lips were soft and warm against her neck and it was tempting to just put an end to the marshmallows and move this to her shower for a respite from the cameras. However, just as she was about to suggest it, the thermometer signaled that the flavoured syrup had reached the right temperature. Turning her head, she smiled at Bill and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

“Now it’s time for you to work,” she smiled at him, before she removed the syrup from the stove, and quickly squeezed most of the water out of the isinglass and put the gelatinous sheets into another pan and set it to melt.

Handing Bill the whisk, she pointed to the bowl with the stiff egg whites. “You whip, I pour,” she smirked at him.

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_intombs
2016-02-02 01:18 pm UTC (link)

Bill's fingers ghosted across Melinda's waist, just firmly enough so as not to tickle her. If not for the cameras, he knew he'd likely push the envelope further right here in the kitchen; it was honestly that knowledge that kept him from seeing what would happen. He sighed softly into the kiss and let her pull away, smiling warmly in promise at her.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, giving her a faint salute and a wink as he took the whisk and started to have at the stiff egg whites. One hand kept the bowl steady and out towards her slightly, while he kept up the steady motion so she could pour the mixture.

He watched the process with some interest, since this was definitely something he'd never done before. He wondered if he'd be able to remember it well enough to give it a go with the kids at some point.

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_melinda_
2016-02-03 01:42 pm UTC (link)

Melinda gave Bill a perky little bob of her head like she was pleased with his obedience, before she burst out in a soft laugh. Sure, she owned and ran a business, and sure, she told people what to do, but the tone had never been this formal or even militant. Still, it amused her greatly. Or maybe it was just Bill’s presence that made her feel light and happy.

She watched with satisfaction as the red syrup dyed the egg whites an increasingly darker pink. “Keep going,” she told him once the last drop had dripped from the pan, and she was pleased to see that there was no signs of lumps developing. Once she was certain that everything was evenly distributed, she pulled the pan with the melted isinglass from the heat and started pouring it slowly and steadily into the pink mixture. Again, she watched closely to see if the melted gelatin would lump, and only when she was convinced it wouldn’t, did she put a hand on top of Bill’s to stop him.

She took the whisk from him and set the bowl aside, once again casting the Charm that would keep the whisk working without her direct interaction.

“Now,” she said turning around to look at him and leaning back against the kitchen counter, “we figure out what to do while the whisk is whipping.”

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_intombs
2016-02-04 05:30 am UTC (link)

Bill was able to keep it firm and consistent as he whipped the stuff together. Not something for the weak, surprisingly enough. No wonder his mother had strong arms -- you couldn't do quite everything with magic. He watched as the color mixed in, and then as the other stuff started to thicken up, never varying his pace unless she said so, trying to make sure that no lumps or excess anything formed.

Now that the stuff was set aside for a little bit, he smirked faintly and put an arm on each side of her, leaning against the counter, playfully trapping her against it. "Oh, whatever could we do," he drawled. "I have no ideas. None at all." His eyes sparkled.

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