dae. (airbendy) wrote in warrantlogs, @ 2016-01-18 10:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backlog, dae lee, kirby copeland |
WHO: Kirby Copeland & Dae Lee
WHEN: [BACKDATED] Early December, before Pendleton's birthday.
WHERE: RAC Kitchens? Is that a thing...
WHAT: Kirby and Dae with brownies and cakes.
WARNINGS: N/A
Kirby didn't understand why more people weren't bakers. You got to create something from scratch, to accomplish something tangible, it tasted delicious and it made both yourself and others feel better. What was not to like about it? Still, she supposed, if everyone loved baking, there would be less people to eat the fruits of your labours. And she was getting a little chunky around the middle as it was… “I'm telling you,” she was saying as she heaped cocoa into a second mug, “this recipe will change your life.” Dae sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since Kirby started telling him about this brownie-in-a-mug recipe. "And I'm telling you that it's not a real brownie if you don't bake it in an oven," he tried to insist. It was safe to say that Dae was a purist when it came to baking. His grandparents owned a bakery after all and they were all for traditional methods. "I bet it's going to taste weird," he said, wrinkling his nose a little. “Oh, don’t be such a fuddy duddy!” Kirby gave him a light rap over the knuckles with her spoon, smiling. “Come on, where’s your spirit of adventure? It doesn’t need to be a traditional brownie because it isn’t a traditional brownie. That’s kind of its reason for being. Now, through experimentation I’ve deduced that you shouldn’t use extra virgin olive oil because it’s too strongly flavoured for this recipe. Canola oil’s much better. Can you grab some from that cupboard over there? Whoever used it last put it up way too high.” Dae made a face at the thought of oil in brownies. He knew it was a substitute for butter, but -- gross. Still, he was going to follow Kirby's instructions like the good friend that he was and effortlessly reached for the canola oil on the cupboard's top shelf, handing it to her. "What if this recipe doesn't change my life? What are you going to do about that?" He teased with a smile. “Oh my stars! This recipe has changed the lives of so many people. If it doesn’t change yours, then there’s something wrong with you. Thanks,” she added, more seriously, taking the bottle and measuring out two tablespoons of canola oil for each mug - crouched down and eye level with the spoon. “You have like, medical connections,” she added, still focused on her task. “Is there someone I could refer you to, for finding fault in a brownie that takes less than five minutes to prepare?” Dae laughed lightly, shaking his head. "I don't know, you could ask one of the other medics, but Lea will most likely be on your side," he said, just watching Kirby focus on the task at hand. “So,” she asked later as they sat side-by-side, digging a spoon through the ice cream that layered the top to the brownie beneath, “what’s your verdict?” Dae chewed thoughtfully, scooping a few more bites to eat. "Sorry, Kirby. I'm not really sure if it changed my life," he chuckled a little sheepishly. "On the bright side, though, it's not what I expected, but I suppose it's not too terrible; the ice creams makes up for it a little," he said, eating some more. It wasn't the best brownie he's ever had, but it wasn't the worst either. "You still did good, don't worry." “Yeah, and you also don’t need to add eggs to it for structure because the mug contains it,” added Kirby. “It’s okay though. ‘Life changing’ is a little hyperbolic. It got me through a lot of late night study sessions in the RAC. And at university.” “It’s probably for the best that you can’t do short cuts like this for most baking,” she mused. “I mean, we are in the RAC, not the Roll-out-the-door AC. Not that you have to worry.” She gave him a playful poke in his side. "I'm not really sure what you mean," Dae said, laughing lightly as he he jerked to the side to avoid any further attack Kirby would make. “I mean, baking really isn’t all that healthy, so it’s probably for the best that most of it takes a while to make?” Kirby tried again. “A salad or a fruit smoothie, you can whip up in no time. But even with bake-free slices, you need to put them in the fridge and wait for them to set.” "Right, right. Yeah, that's true," Dae nodded, understanding. He then grinned. "See, baking takes time, Kirby. If you want it to be perfect, then you have to give whatever you're baking the time it deserves to be the best baked good it's meant to be," he joked with a grin, but he was also mostly serious. His grandparents have always taught him to take his time and not rush, not just with baking, but with anything that needed the careful attention it deserved. Kirby sat through Dae’s speech, nodding and with a slight smile playing on her lips. “Ahem,” she said, getting to her seat and approaching the refridgerator with a florish. “You are preaching to the choir, my friend.” Inside, Pendleton’s birthday cake sat. "Whoa," Dae's eyes widened and his jaw dropped at the elaborate, mouth-watering cake. "You baked that?" He asked, turning to Kirby, who folded her arms as if to say well, of course, a somewhat smug smile on her lips. “It’s for Penny’s birthday. He’s a coffee fiend. So some recognition of my baking skills, please, even if these brownies aren’t everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” Dae raised his hands in the air in surrender. "Alright, I concede. That looks great. I can only imagine the time and effort you put into that. Great job," he grinned, applauding her, the redhead dipping into an appreciative curtseyy in return. "Sorry I doubted you," he shrugged with a sheepish smile. “Apology accepted. Now, let’s do these brownies.” |