030: [ visual | location: hyperion hotel ] cookies, anyone?

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Cordelia's been feeling a bit restless, lately. Antsy, even. Which explains why she's in the kitchen, with several cooking stuff laid out in front of her, and a cookbook propped up against one of the sturdier mixing bowls. What? She wants to busy herself with something, and it was either dirtying up the hotel's kitchen or the hotel lobby, because her other option was to redo the filing system.

...seriously, that needs to be revisited again.

Her third option was to go bug Angel for a sweaty training session, but with Connor as his eleven-year-old self, the last thing in the world she wants to do is to explain to the child why his father and 'momma' were fighting with swords.

...right. So! Baking it is.

Her brownies weren't much of a hit in the past - people have no taste whatsoever, is her thinking - so she's going to try her hand at cookies. The recipe doesn't seem too difficult, anyway.

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[voice]

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

Baking, huh? Taxon sure is bringing out hidden facets.

[voice]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Well, what can I say. When boredom attacks, I take out my inner Martha to combat it.

Hey, Lorne. What's up?

[voice]

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

What's up? Nothing. Very, very nothing. I may have to come over and release my own not-so-inner Martha just to relieve the boredom.

[voice]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Story of our sad, dreary lives, isn't it?

Well, come on over and help me figure out some stuff. Like... say, how do you tell baking soda from flour, again?

[voice]

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

[trying very hard to disguise his alarm] OK, I'll be right over.

[ voice ]

[stacked]

Taking this mom thing pretty seriously, huh Chase?

[ ...faith. ]

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

[ ...great. thanks a lot for pointing this out, faith. ]

Shut up. I'll have you know, I do this thing often. [ like... three times in a single freakin' year. ]

[ voice ]

[stacked]

Sure you do.

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

I do! [ that sound you heard? is her stomping her heel against the floor. ]

[ voice ]

[stacked]

[ and this sound is faith just... laughing. ]

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[hybridity.livejournal.com]

Much like his father, Connor has something of a stealth problem and is cocky enough at his young age to think that he doesn't need to knock on doors before he enters rooms. So, it's without warning or announcement that the child appears next to her and asks, "What'cha doing?"

Which is a stupid question, 'cause he can tell she's baking and smell the cookies, too (he doesn't need an extra-sensitive nose to do that, either). He's asking for the sake of asking, because children ask questions with obvious answers.

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[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

She's in the process of carefully pouring flour from the bag into the mixing bowl (because measurements, pfft, who does those) when Connor spoke. Her heart jumps to her throat and she yelps and ends up dumping the entire content into the bowl.

"Wha--Connor!" There's exasperation in her tone as she tries to scoop the flour back into the bag with her hands. "Seriously, do I need to put a bell on you, too?"

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[hybridity.livejournal.com]

Connor bites the insides of his cheeks to keep from laughing, failing horrible at keeping it all contained as some of the giggles manage to escape and his lips turn upward in obvious amusement. He shakes his head at the bell comment and attempts to put on his best innocent look.

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[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

...laughing. Great, he's laughing at her. Instead of feeling fully insulted or annoyed, though, Cordelia feels... amused.

"What're you giggling about?" she asks in a stern voice, before taking a very small portion of loose flour and throwing it at Connor, aiming at his hair. Yeah, what maturity level?

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[hybridity.livejournal.com]

Connor gapes at her for that move, but laughs, shaking his head to rid himself of some of the flour now stuck in his hair. He reaches for the flour himself, but stops just shy of touching it, turning his gaze on her. "...am I allowed to retaliate or will I get in trouble for it?"

If sugar wasn't involved, he wouldn't be asking.

[ voice | locked ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

[ be amazed, he got the lock right again! he may just be getting the hang of this. ...even if what he's about to say has nothing to do with cookies. ]

You told Dr. Brennan I was fat?

[ vanity, thy name is angel, apparently. ]

[ voice | locked ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

...huh?

[ give her a moment. it'll sink in. ]

[ voice | locked ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

She said that you said that I was fat.

[ what are you, sixteen? off the ego train, angel. ]

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[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

No, what I said was--[ that he was fat. but there's context! which... is fuzzy to her right now. ]

Oh! I remember. We were talking about skeletons and hello, you're far from skeletal.

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[undoing.livejournal.com]

I was on the same topic level as skeletons?

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[demonologist]

Saunters into the kitchen to fix himself something - he really should be thinking about moving back to his apartment- when he sees a most alarming sight.

"You're seriously going to try baking again?!"

He still remembers the brownies.

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[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Everyone remembers the brownies, because they are good and who else can bake brownies that can make demons manifest themselves?

"Don't look like I'm plotting your deaths, or something. Jeez." Cue defiance and a raised brow. "It's either this or redo the filing system."

[location: hyperion hotel] Mun DARES you to rope him into that job!

[demonologist]

"No, accidental death by baking would be so much more comforting. Than if you actually intended to poison us." He snarks back, but then his eyes go a little wider, which he hadn't thought possible. "On second thoughts, bake away. Just don't expect me to be your guinea pig taste tester."

[location: hyperion hotel] /roping away

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Pfft!" she says, taking a pinch of flour and throwing it at Wes. "Why not? My baking skills are just fine, thanks."

Cordelia takes out a small basket filled with peanut butter cookies and pushes it at him. "Go on, take one and taste it. I dare you."

[location: hyperion hotel] mwahahahahah

[demonologist]

The pinch of flour of course dissipates before it can reach Wesley, even if he still attempts to dodge it. He eyes with cookies with suspicion.

"How about you pay me."