log: walter and rahne summary! After the cupcake plot is hatched, Walter and Rahne reconvene in the hotel kitchen to discuss the metric system and mutations.
WALTER: Walter stashed his Sidekick in his pocket and headed downstairs. Cupcakes? Yes please. Despite the holidays just passing, Walter still was craving sweets. Baked goods (especially for the Beaubiers) was something Walter wanted to get in on.
Not only that, but Rahne seemed like good people. He'd heard here or there that she turned into a werewolf. He turns into a Sasquatch! They already had so much in common. She also seemed to be okay with his crappy sense of humor and awkwardness. These are traits that Walter looks for in a friend! So he made his way down to the kitchen. He cleared his throat as not to startle her, and then said, "Hello!"
RAHNE: Having just holed up in the kitchen, Rahne was ready for yet another adventure in baking. Her experience with Megan and Angie had been extremely productive, even fun, and she didn't see why baking with Walter would be any different. He was nothing if not pleasant, and definitely easy to befriend, which was good for Rahne.
Fortunately for the tall Canadian, this little shapeshifter didn't startle easily -- advanced hearing and all that. She turned just as Walter came through the door and offered him a small smile. "Hullo, Walter," she returned. "I'm jus' gettin' things set."
WALTER: Walter grinned somewhat stupidly when she spoke. Accent! Ooh! "It's really nice of you to bake cupcakes for the twins." Everyone here is so nice to each other! Walter's from a small family, so maybe he's just not used to kindness on this scale? This hotel arrangement feels strangely close to a family, which is why he tried to get socks for everyone here.
"What can I do to help? Besides eat leftovers. And talk about the superiority of the metric system?" Oh dear, should he be wearing an apron?
RAHNE: The redhead smiled again, chuckling as she spoke; "Well, Aurora did drag me out o' the hotel the other night, so it's the least I could do. An' I cannae leave Jean-Paul out, so... here we are!"
Rahne reached up to the cupboards above her head, finding a large bowl and a measuring cup. "Let's see," she continued. "I think we'll be needin' some things from the fridge, iff'n you want to grab them? Eggs an' milk is all."
WALTER: She said cannae. Walter is still grinning because she sounds like Scotty. Then he begins to wonder if he's obsessed with Star Trek. Walter shakes that thought from his head and heads to the fridge. "Where'd you learn to cook?"
It's an innocent enough question. Walter himself doesn't know how to make cupcakes. He's pretty sure his mother didn't even know how to make cupcakes.
RAHNE: "Um... Moira kinda taught me?
Rahne had retrieves a box of chocolate cake mix from the pantry. As nice as it would have been to be able to make chocolate cupcakes from scratch, she was nowhere near that skilled. Cake from a box tended to be just as tasty, and less likely to cause food poisoning. "S'not like we're gourmets or anythin', but we fended for ourselves, so I can whip up most-a the basic things."
WALTER: Big hands grab a carton of eggs-- careful, careful. Then the milk. Walter sets them on the counter and watches Rahne. "I can make Ramen. And toast. And Ramen Toast." He puts both elbows onto the counter and leans forward. Your move, Scotty.
RAHNE: Rahne gives a soft laugh and opens the cake mix, offering Walter a smile as she poures the powder into the bowl. "Both items are delicious, in their own right, but I didnae know they could be put t'gether! Is Ramen Toast any good?"
WALTER: "Scotty-- I mean, Rahne, you'd be surprised what you could mix together to achieve deliciousness." Walter is attempting to follow her lead. He removes the lid from the milk and opens the carton of eggs. But doesn't pour or remove! "Peanut butter and bacon is good, too." And it'll stop your heart!
RAHNE: "Scotty?"
One of Rahne's eyebrows arches up toward her hairline; that was new. Most being never bothered with nicknames and the like, if only because it was pretty difficult to shorten her name to begin with. Unless of course, it means something else? Rahne has no idea, even though she feels as if she probably should.
WALTER: Walter is quick to put his hands up defensively. "It's meant in the nicest way possible. Scotty was the Scottish engineer on Star Trek." You get a Star Trek nickname? You two might as well get married! "I can stop if it's bad." Please don't hate me.
RAHNE: Rahne realizes that she should probably get with the program and start watching more TV. The confused look that crosses her face is probably enough to tip Walter off to her ignorance, but she chuckles a little at his explanation.
"S'not bad," she reassured. "I've been called worse."
WALTER: Walter frowns. "I don't see why." Because so far, Rahne is plenty nice. "People are ignorant, I suppose." He gets teased a bit, but usually by people that don't even really matter.
RAHNE: Her smile becomes a little stiff, but Scotland was a long time ago, and there is no need to drag up bad memories. "Aye, that they are," she agrees as she measures out the proper amount of milk needed for the cake mix. "But who knows? Maybe folks'll get used t'the likes of us. Cannae say for sure."
WALTER: Her use of the word 'us' makes Walter happy. Surely she means people like them, but still. He likes it. A sniff and a shrug, "And if they don't, oh well. Don't need 'em." Sure, you say that now.
RAHNE: Rahne laughs quietly. "Right. Dun need 'em."
Milk is poured into the cake batter and she mixes it careful-like, to make sure it doesn't get splattered everywhere. Next on the list iiis; "Eggs! Walter, can ye hand me two of 'em?"
WALTER: He's careful to examine each and every egg in that carton carefully. "Here's two. I think they're perfect." Walter hands them off to her then shoves his glasses up his nose. Feeling smooth, "So you're a wolf sometimes?" D'oh.
RAHNE: She cracks the eggs on the side of the bowl -- one, then the other -- and lets their contents drop in with the rest of the batter before discarding the shells. Walter makes her laugh again, and she replies, with a smile;
"Aye, sometimes."
WALTER: Her amusement makes him know it's okay to be smiling at her. "How's that work out for you?" Walter will gladly drill her on meat. Not just if she loves bacon the way he loves bacon-- but ask her if she's ever eaten anything in that form. But only after a few safer questions.
RAHNE: "Cannae say it's been bad. Jus'... different."
Rahne doesn't usually talk in detail about her problem ability. Just because it was something that needed to be hush-hush for so long, but no time like the present? Besides, Walter is good people; it isn't as if he'll use it against her? She grants him another small smile and then returns to the recipe on the cake box;
"Let's see... we need a muffin tin. Can ye check the pantries while I mix this?"
WALTER: Walter knows how it's a weird situation to talk about. You hide it for so long, talking about it doesn't seem like an option. He takes her answer with a nod and shyly looks down at his feet.
"Muffin tin... all right." Walter shuffled over to the cabinets below the sink to check there first. And apparently, he cannot resist another question, "Does it happen on the full moon?"
RAHNE: She chuckles again, this time ducking her head a little. "No," Rahne replies. "I can control when I turn, for th' most part. Woken up as a wolf a few times, though, which can be a wee bit disorienting."
WALTER: He nearly drops a saucepan, digging under the sink like that. Nothing there. Might as well try the pantry, Rahne seems to know these things. "You just... think about it and it happens?" It's interesting because it's just similar enough to Walter's mutation.
Ah, there's a tin right inside the pantry. That was easy!
RAHNE: "Basically? If'n I concentrate hard enough, though. It's difficult if I'm distracted or somethin' like that."
The batter is mixed and Rahne pours it into the baking pan, filling each little cup about half way. Once the cupcakes are in the oven to bake, she picks up the mixing bowl and hands it to Walter with a grin; "For services rendered."
WALTER: Walter gasps exaggeratedly, "For me?" I do declare! "Thank you." The bowl is eased from her hands to his. But then he sets it on the counter and goes fishing in the drawer for a spoon. "We could share? And uh, I was just asking all those questions from general curiosity. Because..." He waves the spoon about, "We have a few things in common."
RAHNE: She sets the cupcakes in the oven before turning back to Walter and accepting the spoon. Her smile is a bit timid, but it sure is genuine. "Don't worry about it," she says, taking a scoop of leftover batter. "I dun mind the questions, 'cause yer right -- two of us're pretty similar."
Rahne gives another smile and holds up her spoon to initiate a "toast". Seems only appropriate, what with the cupcake mission all accomplished and such.
WALTER: Walter clinks his spoon against hers. "Well, thank you for letting me help you and thank you for letting me ask you questions."
RAHNE: "Yer welcome." She scoops a small amount of leftover batter onto her spoon, smiling as she continues, "I'd say this was a successful adventure."