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21 | DETENTION
CASSIA had never been in detention — like ever. Or stepped into the kitchen on her own. But they say there is a first for everything, right? The group stood in the back of the kitchen in uniform. Fairy Godmother had given instructions to Chef Louis to put them in livery.
"What are you people doing just standing?" He exclaimed with his French accent looking at the group of kids.
They all seemed lost not knowing what to do. None of them had ever stepped into a kitchen besides Uma and Mal.
"You two will make the mashed potatoes—" He passed the potato masher to Doug and Carlos, who looked startled, "You both— you're in charge of the soup," His eyes moved to Ben and Gil, "You, drain the pasta and add it to the sauce." His instructions fell on Uma, she happened to be the only normal one about being in detention here — cooking not being new since she was the waitress at Fish & Chip's.
"You both —" Chef Louis walked over to Harry and Elliot, "Will be in charge of the chocolate for the pain au chocolat." His accent showed in the last phrase.
"The what?" Harry murmured confusedly.
"It's a French dessert." Answered Elliot.
His face scrunched even more confused. "Dessert?"
"It's a sweet treat served after the big meal." The Pirate appeared to be thankful for Elliot's answer, but he still only delivered a glance.
"And you all—" Louis looked at Evie, Mal, Jane, and Jay. "Will be doing beverages." His accent showed on the last syllable.
Jay had been passed on the list of beverages, the girls reading behind his shoulder:
Piña Colada.
Shirley Temple.
Cherry Simple Syrup.
They all looked at each other with wide eyes, agreeing that there was no way they would finish three different drinks within the hour. Everyone began to do their chores in the kitchen, it was a riot, being full to the brim already having regular helpers. Now plus the VKs and AKs — it was a literal zoo in there.
"Hey watch it!" Cassia yelped feeling how she almost dropped the glass full of sugar when Carlos reached for the milk.
"Sorry!" Carlos apologized.
The ones in charge of making the drinks stood on the huge silver table with the ingredients, fancy glass pitchers, and measuring spoons. Their eyes landed everywhere looking clueless not knowing where to start.
