Righting Things (Braeldia) [May 3010]
Jul 18, 2018 1:34:36 GMT -5
Post by Wynfled on Jul 18, 2018 1:34:36 GMT -5
“Well, you have struggled with a damper, it does not sound as if you have exactly used it properly,” Wynfled stated with a grimace, wondering just what she had gotten herself into in agreement to teaching this woman how to bake cinnamon rolls.
“Charred or raw… used as weapons!” she exclaimed, even more distressed at the simple idea of it. “It does not sound… It does not sound as if your brother would be able to chew the biscuits at all… if they are used as projectiles...”
She shuddered inwardly, thinking as to how difficult it would be to serve tea to her dearest friend Darelle if even the biscuits became dangerous on their own. Far more difficult than to hide the knives would it be to hide the food when one was setting the table for a festive tea or dinner party.
Wynfled seemed shocked at the announcement of jars exploding, and she could only imagine the devastation wrought upon Braeldia's kitchen… if the kitchen in fact still existed having seen such explosions and flare ups. It seemed highly unlikely. Her body nearly trembled in it's place as she glanced at her own kitchen though nonetheless the apron was given to the girl.
“I think I shall mind this fire for this lesson,” Wynfled said sweetly, as if she were talking to a child. Come, let us fetch the ingredients,” she announced as she began to pull down the flour, sugar, powder and spices, and reached for the bowl of eggs upon the counter. “Perhaps I will… put them in the bowl this time. And you can just watch… and mix...”
Wynfled's eyes were wide as she demonstrated, beginning the scooping and pouring of the dry goods, adding the moist ingredients, and finally, handing Braeldia the spatula. “Surely, you can find no way to make disaster of the stirring.”
“Charred or raw… used as weapons!” she exclaimed, even more distressed at the simple idea of it. “It does not sound… It does not sound as if your brother would be able to chew the biscuits at all… if they are used as projectiles...”
She shuddered inwardly, thinking as to how difficult it would be to serve tea to her dearest friend Darelle if even the biscuits became dangerous on their own. Far more difficult than to hide the knives would it be to hide the food when one was setting the table for a festive tea or dinner party.
Wynfled seemed shocked at the announcement of jars exploding, and she could only imagine the devastation wrought upon Braeldia's kitchen… if the kitchen in fact still existed having seen such explosions and flare ups. It seemed highly unlikely. Her body nearly trembled in it's place as she glanced at her own kitchen though nonetheless the apron was given to the girl.
“I think I shall mind this fire for this lesson,” Wynfled said sweetly, as if she were talking to a child. Come, let us fetch the ingredients,” she announced as she began to pull down the flour, sugar, powder and spices, and reached for the bowl of eggs upon the counter. “Perhaps I will… put them in the bowl this time. And you can just watch… and mix...”
Wynfled's eyes were wide as she demonstrated, beginning the scooping and pouring of the dry goods, adding the moist ingredients, and finally, handing Braeldia the spatula. “Surely, you can find no way to make disaster of the stirring.”