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Who: Elizabeth & ＹＯＵ!
What: she said she wanted to cook, so she's going to do it! there may or may not be a certain smell of smoke coming from the kitchen...
When: Day 371? a day after she made that network post.
Where: Odin kitchen! but anyone from any district is welcome to come by!
Rating: G for GOOD COOKIN

[she must've borrowed at least a dozen cookbooks from the library to find just the right kind of recipe she'd like to try. a cake was what she wanted to make originally but figuring that would've been a tad too messy for a first try she ultimately decided on going with cookies. just simple, chocolate chip cookies.

at least she thought they'd be simple.

apparently reading & starting another recipe while one is baking isn't quite a good idea because then one loses track of time & well--]

Oh--! No, the cookies!

[Elizabeth rushes to the oven, opening it to find her cookies burnt to a crisp. in a hurry she reaches to take the pan out but forgot to reach for an ovenmit in her frenzy.] Ow...

[the burned fingers go into her mouth while she groans, turning the oven off before staring at the charred black mounds that she had hoped would be cookies with a pout.]

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[Irving comes in to check up on her.] How are you... ah. Right. Got distracted, did we?

[she looks up at him with two of her fingers in her mouth & quickly withdraws them while she stands up.]

A-Ah, yes I guess so. [he may notice the place look a bit a mess. she's never touched a single cooking utensil in her life & most of it has never been around in her time period.]

Hm. Perhaps there is a timer somewhere that might be useful. Some kind of alarm to save your cookies before we get to the 'fire alarm' stage.

[Clara's not exactly in the best mood when she shows up to help Elizabeth out, but she had made a promise and she isn't someone that likes breaking them. So she trudges in and sniffs at the air, nose wrinkling up at the smell of burnt cookies.]

Beginner's luck isn't always a thing, don't worry. The next batch will turn out just fine.

[She smiles, approaching Elizabeth so she can take hold of the girl's hand and look it over, to make sure she doesn't need medical attention.]

[Evy was coming down to fix herself something to eat, but the scent of burnt biscuits makes her slow her steps a little. When she peeks in to see just who's abusing the kitchen, however, she finds a familiar face.]

Oh--Elizabeth! [She's about to ask how do you do, but one look at the frazzled girl answers that.] Do you need a bit of help?

[ELizabeth laughs sheepishly, rubbing her arm as she sits up.]

That sounds... like a very good idea.

Are you all right?

[just a bit of redness but otherwise she's okay. Elizabeth looks up at Clara in her crouched position with an embarrassed smile.]

I probably should have waited for you. I'm sorry.

[it was just all the excitement of seeing cooking instruments she's never seen before & trying to see if she could do it on her own. obviously she needs all the help she could get.]

O-Oh, Evy - hello! [the girl attempts her best smile in hopes of masking her embarrassment.]

Ah... maybe.

[She smiles back, catching sight of the burnt biscuits in question. Poor Elizabeth--Evy knows this pain.]

What were they going to be?

Chocolate chip cookies?

[there's a tired sigh but she hasn't given up yet!] I'll just have to try again.

Those sound rather nice.

[She's not familiar with that variety. Perhaps it's an American one.]

That's the spirit! Baking's an awfully exact sort of thing, from what I recall. I was never particularly skilled with it.

I suppose you're right. [regardless of how they turned out, Elizabeth enjoyed the process of making them with her own hands. it was just so much fun!]

Have you made them before, Evy?

I've made other biscuits. Never this particular recipe, though.

[She was always much more partial to cooking things; you don't have to measure out spices so carefully when you do that, just throw things in until it tastes nice.]

It's really not a bad start, though--you must've gotten everything else right, if they held together.

Well, I went by whatever the book said... [though she was tempted to go off the beaten path & try other things but for her first recipe, she figured it'd be best to try it out of the book first.]

I guess I have to pay more attention.

That's the hardest bit, isn't it? I've always got to be careful not to get distracted by a book.

[Ah, the librarian's lament. Books are just so much more interesting than waiting for things to bake.]

But I'm sure your next batch will come out much better.

Waiting's a bit overrated, anyway. Also, part of the fun is trying to figure out things on your own.

[Smirking a bit at that, Clara sets aside her things and gets right to work preparing the ingredients for another batch.]

How many attempts have you made already?

Just the one in the oven. [actually no.] I was going to start a new batch while they were in there, but... Here I am.

I certainly hope so...

[Elizabeth sighs but pushes herself up from the floor and dusts herself off.] I'll just have to be more careful and focus on one thing at a time.

No time like the present to start a brand new batch!

[She's cheerful and energetic as she finds an apron and ties it around her waist. Clara's not the best baker, but she tries her hardest, and enjoys giving it a try. It's even more fun when there's a willing participant helping her out, so she grins over at Elizabeth and nods over toward some eggs.]

We'll need three, I think.

[Elizabeth appreciates Clara's enthusiasm & is able to get back on her feet with a smile on her face.]

Yes, ma'am! [she gives the other girl a fake salute & makes her way to the eggs, picking out three from the carton.]

[Clara gathers the rest of the ingredients, getting them all in a big bowl. She starts to mix them all together, and gets things to the clumpy stage before sliding the bowl along to Elizabeth.]

It's a bit of a bother to do it by hand, but your arms will thank you for it later. It's what my mum always used to say, anyway.

[She starts looking around to find a clean pan for them to lay the dough out on once it's finished.]

I noticed it's a bit of a workout. [Elizabeth laughs & starts to stir while Clara walks away.]

Did you used to bake a lot with your mother?