Meggan Puceanu (naturalshifter) wrote in mutatismutandis, @ 2013-02-12 20:51:00 |
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Thread: Pancakes!
Characters: Pietro & Wanda Maximoff, Meggan Pucenau, [Open to: Jono Starsmore, Brandon Sharpe, Bobby Drake, Rogue, Billy Kaplan and anyone else who wants to come along for Pancakes (= ]
NPCs: N/A
Location: The Xavier school kitchens
Timeline: Tuesday 12 February 2013, early evening (around 7pm)
Rating: PG
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Back at home, there were only two days that Meggan ever got any kind of special meal different to the bog-standard sandwich at lunch and microwave meal in the evening. One was a day in December, and her mum always used to put a candle on the cake that she got after dinner for her to blow out (she thought that might have been her birthday, but she wasn't sure, and she'd missed having that special day last year and the year before anyway so maybe that one wasn't such a big deal) and the other day was pancake day where her mum made sure that her dad put pancakes through the flap of her door. Whilst they were normally cold, or at least cooled down, but they had been sweet, drizzled in sugar and lemon and rolled up. They were sticky and perfect and she looked forward to them every year. She used to be able to smell them being made, and she'd sit by the door just waiting. And she was so happy that someone was going to help her make them today. She wasn't very good at cooking, she'd discovered that early on when her attempts to make herself even a sandwich had gone horribly wrong.
She'd been shopping with Wanda and Pietro and she'd printed off a list of the things that they'd need to be able to make pancakes properly, and to ensure that they had enough mixture to feed everyone, and whilst Wanda was spooning margarine into the frying pan that Pietro was using to cook the pancakes, Meggan had laid out enough plates for everyone she knew was coming (her, Pietro, Wanda, Brandon and Bobby), and then there was a small stack of plates just in case anyone else came along (like Rogue, though Meggan didn't know if she was actually coming) that wanted to take part in pancake day with them. Wanda had certainly prepared enough of the pancake mixture for the whole school if she'd felt so inclined. It was a good thing the internet said that the mix could sit in the fridge and be used again the next day. There was already a stack of about fifteen pancakes on the plate immediately to the right of the hob where the Maximoff twins were busy cooking, or was it baking?
Beside the ready laid-out plates, Meggan had set up a sort of sweet-station, with a bowl full of sugar with a spoon in it beside two bottles of lemon juice (what? She thought they might need quite a bit). For those that didn't want lemon and sugar, there was a squeezy bottle of honey she'd found in the cupboard and a squeezy bottle of golden syrup. She'd found maple syrup somewhere too and that was also resting on the counter. Then at the end of the row there was cutlery and napkins for people to eat their pancakes like refined adults instead of just stuffing them into their mouths with their fingers (which Meggan sort of wanted to do but she wouldn't because she wasn't a monster). The room already smelt like pancakes. They'd sort of decided that they'd make loads so that people who came in later could microwave the ready-made ones, and anything left over could be kept in the fridge for enjoyment tomorrow. Forward planning was awesome.
"Are you nearly done with setting up, Meggan?" Wanda asked, looking up from where she'd been talking quietly in Romani with her brother. When Meggan nodded her head, Wanda spooned some more margarine into the shallow frying pan. It spat and hissed at them, but that was just its way. The bowl was to the left of the hob, starting to settle slightly so she picked it up to stir it.
"Yep! Ready to go," Meggan said with a beaming grin, twirling on the spot. She was so excited, she barely had words for it.
"So," Wanda said to her brother again, "I suppose if we just finish off the mixture…" She kissed his cheek again and poured a small amount into the pan, watching it bubble as her brother skilfully shifted the pan to spread out the mixture and flipped it with ease whilst she pottered around making sure there was enough room for everyone to sit down or at least perch. "Meggan, can you clear off the table, please? And maybe put some drinks out?"
Meggan looked a little confused before she just did as she was asked, ensuring that the table was empty and she found a big jug in one of the cupboards, making a jug of squash (that was maybe a little strong because Meggan still wasn't sure on 'parts' and how much squash should go in with how much water) which rested on the table and the plastic cups left over from Billy and Tommy's party at the weekend were resting next to it. The kitchen itself looked almost ready for a party, save for decorations, but it smelt delicious.
"Can I have some yet?" She asked, bouncing on the spot around behind the twins. "Pleeeeaaaaassse?"
Wanda looked at Pietro with an arched eyebrow, as if asking him silently her? Really? before she conceded. "Fine. Just- be careful. They're very hot."
Meggan, to her credit, only picked two and practically slathered them in sugar and lemon juice, using a fork and knife to roll them before she perched herself at the table, feet tucked under herself as she sat and carefully ate the warm pancakes. They were so good. She felt a little sad at how good they tasted. They were better than the ones her dad used to make.
Looking around, Wanda thought how proud she was that this was happening, and Pietro wasn't visibly losing his temper with the slow cooking process. Whilst it only took about two minutes to properly cook a pancake, she knew just how long two minutes felt to her brother. "Do you want me to take over for a bit so you can have something to eat?" she asked, more than willing to pitch in a little more than she was doing. Pietro had already made two dozen pancakes, it was a shame he wouldn't get to enjoy any for a while.
The atmosphere inside the kitchen was quite inviting and sort of… domestic.