Lady Midnight

Poptarts and paper hearts #2

The kitchen at the los Angeles institute was huge, but not in the cold and echoey way you might expect, it was more of a warm home-like huge . Its marble benches seemed to go on for miles and the oven always seemed to be cooking one thing or another but the main and most used implement: the fridge the centre of the whole room in its metal, shining glory. The whole rooms colour seemed to be a greying green for the cabinets and a milky cream for the benches with hanging racks holding pans and saucepans that only Jules and uncle author could reach due to the fact they were about 6 and half feet in the air. Oh the easy lives of tall people. In the centre of the half square of benches was a cheerful oval table with 15 mismatched seats surrounding it al from one set or another the majority of them a dark oak two plastic ones and one stained blue, it was a rather odd assortment but the blackthorns rarely complied to the idea of 'fashion'

Jules didn't waste his time immediately going to the fridge and finding some old noodles

"So you don't want anything?" Jules was smirking but she had to say the noodles did smell great

"Nope I'm having..." she flung open the cupboard and scanned the contents of its shelfs for anything Jules might get jealous over her eating when her eyes fell on the rectangular box covered in a cheerful blue print. Her eyes narrowed. Poptarts.

She leaned over the bench just managing to grab the last one from the box. Jules only then realizing what she was reaching for leaped over and attempted to steal it from her

"No! No no no" he yelled, as they play fought over the small packet

"Jules stop!" she said laughing attempting to bat his reaching hands away "your going to crush them!" finally she managed to leap away and held up the savoury treats in victory

"common Ems! Those are the last ones! "Jules opened his eyes wide made a little pout and looked at her through his eyelashes "you cant eat them all by yourself"

"Your right I cant" she pretended to think for a moment popping the poptarts into the toaster "you know who would like some?"

"Um me?" he said sarcastically raising both eyebrows

"Drew. Yes I think ill ask her if she wants to share this poptart with me!" Emma meant for he tone to be sarcastic but it ended up being more of a teasing tone

"oh common!! You have to give me some, shadow hunter law!!"

"And Julian Augustus Blackthorn exactly where in the shadow hunter laws does it say 'and thous parabati must shareth thy poptarts?"

"It does! Like on page 365 of the shadow hunters codex"

"well I will be checking that tonight-" but before Emma could finish the toaster beeped and produced two warm, gooey poptarts and that delicious smell that she always associated with the processed confectionary's. Jules could obviously smell them too as he had his eyes glued to the  corners of the pastries just peaking out over the top of the toaster. Emma reached and picked one up but immediately recoiled and yelped

"What wrong?" Jules was immediately by her side looking down into her face

"Note to self: poptarts are hot when coming out of the toaster" she was running her hands under the cold water coming from the kitchen faucet

"got it!" once Emma had processed what Jules had said he was already sprinting out the door, poptarts in hand.

"JULES!" and with that she ran after him