Honestly he meant he was gunna make a dozen or so as a snack. But, well...
There's a wide grin. "Give me an hour, maybe two, after I round up all the ingredients." Zaveid?? "I'm fastest at butter cookies, but sugar aren't that far off... and it's not that hard to make those cinnamon ones out of sugar cookies..."
Challenge accepted, apparently, by the way he's moving back to the cupboard.
She almost questions him- almost- but instead takes a step back, holding
her pastry bag and watching curiously as he starts making things move on
their own.
....She's just going to keep decorating cookies and not to inflate his ego
too much, amused that he hasn't questioned her as to why she needs
so many desserts. "Have to have some way to bake it all, right?"
"Think the thing is like... 370 something. I dunno, makes it cook these in like ten minutes without going too done in the center. Fire seraphim I knew had it down, probably from experience." Probably because he had bugged them into cooking, or they like cooking to begin with.
... Look, he's cooking, it is taking most of his attention.
She sets aside her piping bag, brushing her hands on the skirt of her apron as she walks over to the stove and opens the oven. Her eyes glow the mildest shimmer as she watches the temperature climb, then stop as she blinks and steps back at the beeping sound. "I can't keep an open flame at the same temperature, but... that got food on the table a lot faster back home..." she explains, heading back to her station. It's said simply enough, but there's a soft undercurrent of blue to the memory.
"I can work with that." Zaveid leaves the door cracked after sliding a tray in, then leaves a second on the stove above it. The wind begins to stir, and the cookies slowly start looking like they're browning.
And he's back to filling up the last sheet with this batch of the dough, while it looks like another bowl is ready for him to mix in the wet ingredients.
She's impressed and really hadn't expected that. She had just been getting
the oven heated faster...
"Can you decorate them this fast, too?" she teases, regathering her
decorating things about her and looking through various little containers
of sprinkles.
"Icing's slower. Sprinkles, yeah I can go a bit quicker there." Zaveid turns a hand like he's gathering something up in a twist, then beckons to her like he's holding something.
Still mixing this new batch of dough though.
If she comes over, hands ready to get something, he's just going to just hand her the tiny whirlwind like it was an object.
"This many? Not usually. Bake like this? Why wouldn't I"
Zaveid laughs. How he noticed he startled her is up in the air - great peripheral vision, or because she's holding a bit of his wind?
"Go and move that hand over the cookies in need of icing. Over all the cookies." He traces out the way to snake over a sheet of cookies in the air with his free hand, before stepping over to peek at the oven.
She doesn't question him, at least, not out loud. Instead, she carefully steps over, afraid she's going to lose the wind he's given her, or make it just stop altogether, and tentatively mimics the motion he's showed her, over a tray of some cooled cookies she had made before his arrival
Doesn't really seem like she needs to worry. The faint tail of the tiny twister he handed her stays tickling her palm, no matter where the top of the funnel ends up from her walking. He can't see what she's doing, but if she's really paying attention to how he feels or where that is... yeah, Zaveid is sort of in her hand at the moment too. Wind.
So long as she traced over the batch of cookies, his little plan will work. "It's a bit of wind, not a baby bird." Yeah, he's not really paying attention to her and her actions, a little more focused on retrieving the cookies from the oven. But the way she's carefully holding it definitely gets an amused comment.
When did his hair get pulled back into a sloppy knot? Hmn.
"Done? Lemme know if it misses a cookie." And here the little whirlwind springs from her hand and follows her tracery over the tray, sort of bouncing in place at the end. Did it go over them all?
"Says the walking storm to a fire bringer..." she laughs almost nervously,
still overly careful with it until it just... jumps off and starts doing
it's own thing.
"Says the fire bringer to a walking storm." Cheerfully tossing those words back at her because.. a fire bringer can be something else, you stick that onto a person. A walking storm is.. mostly a storm, you apply modifiers to the storm.
"Well, you showed the wind the pattern. Pour some sprinkles in and it'll go through that pattern again."
He's looking for a clear place to put the cooling cookies. Hmn.
She rolls her eyes playfully at him, still mostly watching the wind. She...
does really like his hair like that though... not that it matters.
Hm.
"It followed me?" she asks, carefully holding a canister of sprinkles over
the little twister. "I didn't do anything though..." she says skeptically,
wondering how on earth he's able to do so many different things at once.
Tentatively, she tips a few sprinkles into the twist, half expecting them
to come flying back out at her.
See, that would be rude of him. The little twister bobs a little, and zooms right back over the cookies. It deposits all teh sprinkles, a little unevenly, but atop the cookies.
Then bobs at the other end.
"That work out?" Because he's not paying terribly much attention, maybe. Or maybe, because he's wind, he's.. actually used to at least filtering more than this out all the time. Either way, here's some cookies on a cooling rack as he peers at the little whirlwind's work.
She's impressed, and moves over to inspect the cookies a little more
closely. "Obedient little wind puppy, hm? That's... really neat."
There's a pensive look on her face, and she watches the twister a few
moments more before reaching over toward it again, this time using her
Light to tug at its own a bit, curiously. Oddly enough, it... feels a lot
like naked baker near the stove.
"Its just following the pattern." Zaveid shrugs, and maybe as he passes she can tell the wind is a bit more active right about him again.
It has a bit more than would be expected for a tiny little weather formation - and its definitely Zaveid's. ... Actually there's a whole lot of that about the kitchen right now, just like when he'd given her a jet stream to the cages, feeling like he's spread out across the air except... well, there's something a bit healthier feeling to it. Much better than the weak trickle to the air through most of October and November.
"It'll do it again when you put more sprinkles in it." He's.. back to filling the oven and all spare counters with baking sheets.
She does notice it; it's almost a little heady how much of him is in the room, and yet... that can't be right, right? They don't know each other well enough for his Light to surround her like this, right? They had gotten to know one another fairly well during his stint in the infirmary, but even then...
She looks over at him, studying for a second before she gives the little twister more sprinkles to toss about, curious to see if maybe this time it'll respond to her Light...
She reaches her Light out again, this time a little more firmly.
The little twist of wind starts going back through its pattern over cookies, but lurches when she reaches out. It isn't confused or anything - it's told one path by one thing, and another direction by another, and so it halts.
And then puffs out in a burst of sprinkles everywhere.
"... Curiosity?" Zaveid can tell something happened to his little whirlwind, but, he's still focused on a new batch of cookies.
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Then he's in motion again, pulling flour out and resting it against his hip. "Want any cookies?"
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"Ah.." She glances around, a wave of relief sweeping over her at once. Seraph indeed.
"Actually... I've got to make a couple hundred more of them... if you're really offering..."
And given how meticulously she's decorating the ones she's already made... she could absolutely use the help.
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Honestly he meant he was gunna make a dozen or so as a snack. But, well...
There's a wide grin. "Give me an hour, maybe two, after I round up all the ingredients." Zaveid?? "I'm fastest at butter cookies, but sugar aren't that far off... and it's not that hard to make those cinnamon ones out of sugar cookies..."
Challenge accepted, apparently, by the way he's moving back to the cupboard.
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though still absolutely relieved, she makes a face at him, even as he heads to the cupboards. "An hour or two?" she repeats, disbelieving.
She'd seen him make ice cream... maybe it's not too terribly surprising.
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He might also have winked there, as he turns back toward the counter and starts putting the ingredients in batch piles.
Sometimes things move on there own, though. Sliding like a gust shoved them, or the flour measuring itself.
... yeah it's about five minutes before he's looking for a baking pan.
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She almost questions him- almost- but instead takes a step back, holding her pastry bag and watching curiously as he starts making things move on their own.
....She's just going to keep decorating cookies and not to inflate his ego too much, amused that he hasn't questioned her as to why she needs so many desserts. "Have to have some way to bake it all, right?"
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Which he forgot to preheat. "Ah. Delay..." well, there's flour measuring out behind him, he'll just prep more baking sheets then.
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She smiles, still focused on the giant gingerbread house she's decorating, but doesn't look up.
"Looks like I know the right people," she shrugs, swirling another line of frosting atop the roof. "And they have excellent timing..."
At his 'delay' comment, she does lift her eyes, considering the stove. "How hot do you want it?"
Innocent enough.
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... Look, he's cooking, it is taking most of his attention.
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She sets aside her piping bag, brushing her hands on the skirt of her apron as she walks over to the stove and opens the oven. Her eyes glow the mildest shimmer as she watches the temperature climb, then stop as she blinks and steps back at the beeping sound. "I can't keep an open flame at the same temperature, but... that got food on the table a lot faster back home..." she explains, heading back to her station. It's said simply enough, but there's a soft undercurrent of blue to the memory.
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And he's back to filling up the last sheet with this batch of the dough, while it looks like another bowl is ready for him to mix in the wet ingredients.
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"Whoa..."
She's impressed and really hadn't expected that. She had just been getting the oven heated faster...
"Can you decorate them this fast, too?" she teases, regathering her decorating things about her and looking through various little containers of sprinkles.
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Still mixing this new batch of dough though.
If she comes over, hands ready to get something, he's just going to just hand her the tiny whirlwind like it was an object.
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"You do this a lot, then?" she asks, looking away from her sprinkles to him again and noticing the motion.
Curious, she steps over to him, holding out her hands...
Her eyes widen at the little whirlwind, and for a second, she might look startled. Is she supposed to use this???
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Zaveid laughs. How he noticed he startled her is up in the air - great peripheral vision, or because she's holding a bit of his wind?
"Go and move that hand over the cookies in need of icing. Over all the cookies." He traces out the way to snake over a sheet of cookies in the air with his free hand, before stepping over to peek at the oven.
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She doesn't question him, at least, not out loud. Instead, she carefully steps over, afraid she's going to lose the wind he's given her, or make it just stop altogether, and tentatively mimics the motion he's showed her, over a tray of some cooled cookies she had made before his arrival
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So long as she traced over the batch of cookies, his little plan will work. "It's a bit of wind, not a baby bird." Yeah, he's not really paying attention to her and her actions, a little more focused on retrieving the cookies from the oven. But the way she's carefully holding it definitely gets an amused comment.
When did his hair get pulled back into a sloppy knot? Hmn.
"Done? Lemme know if it misses a cookie." And here the little whirlwind springs from her hand and follows her tracery over the tray, sort of bouncing in place at the end. Did it go over them all?
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"Says the walking storm to a fire bringer..." she laughs almost nervously, still overly careful with it until it just... jumps off and starts doing it's own thing.
"Whoa... And I thought men couldn't multitask."
Neat trick indeed.
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"Well, you showed the wind the pattern. Pour some sprinkles in and it'll go through that pattern again."
He's looking for a clear place to put the cooling cookies. Hmn.
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She rolls her eyes playfully at him, still mostly watching the wind. She... does really like his hair like that though... not that it matters.
Hm.
"It followed me?" she asks, carefully holding a canister of sprinkles over the little twister. "I didn't do anything though..." she says skeptically, wondering how on earth he's able to do so many different things at once. Tentatively, she tips a few sprinkles into the twist, half expecting them to come flying back out at her.
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Then bobs at the other end.
"That work out?" Because he's not paying terribly much attention, maybe. Or maybe, because he's wind, he's.. actually used to at least filtering more than this out all the time. Either way, here's some cookies on a cooling rack as he peers at the little whirlwind's work.
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"Wow... yeah, it did!"
She's impressed, and moves over to inspect the cookies a little more closely. "Obedient little wind puppy, hm? That's... really neat."
There's a pensive look on her face, and she watches the twister a few moments more before reaching over toward it again, this time using her Light to tug at its own a bit, curiously. Oddly enough, it... feels a lot like naked baker near the stove.
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It has a bit more than would be expected for a tiny little weather formation - and its definitely Zaveid's. ... Actually there's a whole lot of that about the kitchen right now, just like when he'd given her a jet stream to the cages, feeling like he's spread out across the air except... well, there's something a bit healthier feeling to it. Much better than the weak trickle to the air through most of October and November.
"It'll do it again when you put more sprinkles in it." He's.. back to filling the oven and all spare counters with baking sheets.
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She looks over at him, studying for a second before she gives the little twister more sprinkles to toss about, curious to see if maybe this time it'll respond to her Light...
She reaches her Light out again, this time a little more firmly.
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And then puffs out in a burst of sprinkles everywhere.
"... Curiosity?" Zaveid can tell something happened to his little whirlwind, but, he's still focused on a new batch of cookies.
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2/3 i lied
yep done.