Post by Sparky Cobalt on Jul 8, 2012 22:22:00 GMT -5
Repeated clinking echoed through the kitchen, the sound bouncing off of the tile below, the steel of the sink, the wood of the cabinets. Something part liquid, part solid swished around in a bowl, and practiced hand gripped the glass of the bowl carefully as the whisk stirred the contents. Yolk mixed with whites, mixed with milk, met salt... Dashes of vanilla wafted pleasant scents upward. The bowl was held tilted, pointing slightly towards the floor as the whisk stirred in large ovals, the yolk folding back over itself, small bubbles forming in the viscous concoction in the bowl. Clink, clink, clink.
Sparky raised a hand, wiping at his forehead with his wrist. Whisking was hard work. It was good his right arm was practiced at these repetitive movements, or he might have found the activity strenuous. Even so, Sparky enjoyed cooking, so he probably would have kept going anyway. There werent' many good things you could say about one Sparky X. Cobalt, and one of them definitely was not his persistence, or his perseverence, or his integrity, but when it came to things he liked he usually kept at it until... well, until he stopped keeping at it.
Like Teagan.
Butter slowly sizzled in a ten inch skillet, and Sparky splashed a couple droplets of water into the pan. When he heard the hiss, he knew the pan was ready, and he began to pour the yellow creation in. It immediately started to warm, and he prodded at the quickly solidifying eggs with a wooden turner, gathering the curds of milky eggs into the center of the pan as the rest of the liquid rushed to fill the empty spaces left behind. Cooking was easy. He liked to cook. It was a wonder, really, why he was so bad at potions, when he was actually decent in the kitchen.
The recipe to Sparky's potions classroom disasters probably went something like this:
Anyway, in the calm of the kitchen of his own house, it was like he was a different person. More importantly, the very act of cooking was soothing to him. There was very little that could happen that would even come near the disastrous happenings of trying to make potions anywhere near a certain Monolayre, and everyone knew it wasn't that Keagan one he meant.
Anyway, scrambled eggs. Delicious.
Quietly, Sparky kept pushing the eggs around, thinking solely about the delicious food he was about to have.
Sparky raised a hand, wiping at his forehead with his wrist. Whisking was hard work. It was good his right arm was practiced at these repetitive movements, or he might have found the activity strenuous. Even so, Sparky enjoyed cooking, so he probably would have kept going anyway. There werent' many good things you could say about one Sparky X. Cobalt, and one of them definitely was not his persistence, or his perseverence, or his integrity, but when it came to things he liked he usually kept at it until... well, until he stopped keeping at it.
Like Teagan.
Butter slowly sizzled in a ten inch skillet, and Sparky splashed a couple droplets of water into the pan. When he heard the hiss, he knew the pan was ready, and he began to pour the yellow creation in. It immediately started to warm, and he prodded at the quickly solidifying eggs with a wooden turner, gathering the curds of milky eggs into the center of the pan as the rest of the liquid rushed to fill the empty spaces left behind. Cooking was easy. He liked to cook. It was a wonder, really, why he was so bad at potions, when he was actually decent in the kitchen.
The recipe to Sparky's potions classroom disasters probably went something like this:
- 200cc Bad Luck
- 400cc Teagan
- 100cc Teenage Boy Stupidity
Anyway, in the calm of the kitchen of his own house, it was like he was a different person. More importantly, the very act of cooking was soothing to him. There was very little that could happen that would even come near the disastrous happenings of trying to make potions anywhere near a certain Monolayre, and everyone knew it wasn't that Keagan one he meant.
Anyway, scrambled eggs. Delicious.
Quietly, Sparky kept pushing the eggs around, thinking solely about the delicious food he was about to have.