"Anti...you have some of the stupidest ideas..." "No I don't, they are completely normal and sane." I give him a side was glance. "Says the psychotic demon." "Hay, I can't help that. But that doesn't mean all my ideas are controlled by that, some, but not all." "Yea...but some are questionable and random...like cooking." "What's questionable about cooking?" "Have you ever baked or cooked anything in your life?" I ask. "No?" "Have you ever had the want to?" "No?" "OK then, why now?" "Cause I wanna. Are you gonna help or not, like I care." I grumble and follow him to the kitchen. "Someone has to be the adult." "Hay." "Hay yourself, I have to watch you with the knives. Understandably no one trusts you with any blade." Anti just giggles, picking up the largest knife. "But it's only a toy." "To you yes, but it gets nasty when you play." I say, taking the knife and putting it back.
"So, psycho, what are your ideas. What are you gonna, try, to make?" I ask. "I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead." I groan and face palm. "OK then..." "What?" "Nothing, but just chill with the sharp objects and fire... I'll be in the other room." I shake my head, leaving the obvious chaos to commence. I don't wanna watch, it's gonna get messy.
A few seconds pass, as I listen to the random noises. "Dark!?" "What..." "It says 350 and 10 minutes..." "OK?" "Can't I do it at 700 and 5 minutes?" "I have no idea, but that sounds wrong." I call back to him as I hear several pans fall to the floor with a loud bang. "What's going on?" I look over to see Mark come in. "Anti and his crazy ideas." His expression turns to one of slight horror and concern. "As in..." "Baking?" I say, more clanging heard from the kitchen. "And you're just letting him do that!?" Mark exclaims, running to the kitchen. I reach out and snag his shirt. "Chill out, it's not like he is gonna burn the house-" "Ahhh! What the hell!?" "You were saying?" Mark says, dragging me with him to the kitchen.
Anti was waving around a flaming oven glove trying to put it out. "How!?" I exclaim. "All I did was place it on the rack!" Anti yelps, stomping on the glove, smothering the fire. "And you left it there as the oven heated up..." I chuckle. "Sometimes I wonder if you even have a brain." "Well if you think you know better than me in this situation, help." Anti says, throwing a wisp at me, barely missing Mark. "I'll help too." Mark chuckles. "I'd like to have a workable kitchen when this is over." "What, you don't trust us?" I ask, stepping over a pile of baking pans. "Ha, no." He says, pointing out the burnt glove. I roll my eyes. "What is the wisp for?" "I don't know, I just thought that might be something we need." Anti explains. "Fucking hell...give me that." Mark says, taking the wisp from me. "Alright, since neither of you seem to know what the hell you are doing, I'm helping. More like you two helping me..." He adds. "What were you gonna make anyway?" Anti points to his phone, a cookie recipe on the screen. "At least you actually have a recipe." Mark chuckles, looking over the ingredients. "I'm pretty sure we have all this stuff...Dark in the cabinet behind you, is the flour...I think." "We need that?" Mark turns around and stares at me. "Are you serious. Yes we need it!" I open the cabinet with a laugh. "I'm just kidding." "You better be." Mark snorts, rummaging through a drawer in the fridge. "Where is the damn butter...ah, found it." He tosses it onto the counter. "Anti? We need two bowls. Mixing...bowls." Mark says, pulling out a jug of milk. I set the flour next to the butter as Anti fishes through a cabinet. "Oh...we may not have the chocolate." Mark says, pointing to the ingredients, then opens several cabinets. I make a bag of sweetened chocolate chips appear in my hand. "Nope, we don't-" he turns and sees the bag. "Never mind, we do." He chuckles, pointing to a pot. "Add a bit of milk, a tiny bit, and melt some in that pot." Welp, he didn't say how much, so I pour the entire bag in, the more the better, I mean, it's chocolate right? "Oh...k, we have plenty of chocolate..." Mark says, looking over my shoulder. Behind me I hear Anti coughing. "Anti...why and how." Mark chuckles. Anti was encased in a floury cloud, trying to wave it away with a hand. "Anti, you are aware that you can't breathe flour." I laugh. He scowls at me and shakes his head, flour flying out of his green hair. "Broom is in- no, let's wait to clean up till we are all done..." Mark says, pushing some flour across the floor with his foot.
The next two minutes go well, Mark had all the ingredients measured out in two bowls. Wet, and dry mixtures ready to be combined. With a slightly scared cringe, Mark lets Anti do it. That's not really what went wrong, but it's started the chain reaction. As Anti was stirring it, some flower poofed out onto him, again, then the chocolate on the stove started to bubble. Splashes of brown gooyness went everywhere, including my arm, which didn't feel good. "Take it off the burner!" Mark says, seeing the bubbling. I grab the burnt oven mit off the floor next to me, and moved the pot to another burner. Then with a yelp, Mark slips, grabs my shirt to keep from falling, but we both end up going down. That's when Sean decided to come in, making everything freeze for a second.
"What...the hell..." He says, holding back laughter as he takes in the scene before him. Mark was sprawled across the floor that has a light covering of flour on it, with me over his legs, a burnt oven mit on my hand and a foot in the pile of baking sheets, the pot of chocolate still somewhat boiling like a witches brew, and Anti standing behind it all, holding the big mixing bowl with one hand, a spoon in the other, flower turning his hair and eyebrows a light brown.
A light scrapping sound is heard as Anti continues to slowly stir the dough, another poof of flour rains down onto Mark's head, making him sneeze. "We...are making cookies." I say, picking up the phone that fell in the midst of the chaos to show Sean the photo of cookies. Sean can't see the phone, tears of laughter making it impossible. "Wow..." He splutters, fishing around for his own phone. "Nobody move, I need to get a picture of this." He laughs, snapping a photo.
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About twenty minutes later the first batch of cookies were done. "That wasn't so bad." Anti says through a mouth full of cookies. Everyone turns to look at him. "What?" He asks. "You can clean the kitchen." Mark says. Anti rolls his eyes and reaches for another cookie from the pan Sean just took out. "Hay, leave some for me." I exclaim. "You- ow! Fuck..." Anti growls, shaking his burnt finger. "Maybe let these cool a bit more?" Sean laughs.
(Yay! Cookies! I want some now... Well that wasn't the point in this A\N. What I wanted to say: That was a lot of fun to write. I'm considering the idea of illustrating more of my stories, but I wouldn't count on it, that picture took about four hours in the span of two days. ^.^)
