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chapter eight | eyes alike
St. Xocolatl's Day always caused the Day Class girls to go into a frenzy, whilst the Night Class girls became more tsundere or indifferent then usual. Chocolates were never really something I usually enjoyed working with when in the kitchen, however that didn't mean I wouldn't be putting effort into perfecting the final results.
"Thank you again for letting me use your kitchen, headmaster." I thanked the flamboyant man as he lead the way through the halls. "The one in the moon dorm is full at the moment and... well you are aware of my situation."
The ash blonde haired man smiled at me as we entered the kitchen. "Oh it's no worry needing thanks for, you'll be sharing the kitchen with my dear Yuki but I don't see that being a problem." Just as we were near the open archway to his kitchen, a loud crash sounded and the two of us peeked in to see a massive mess and a flustered brunette running about. "Actually... think you can give Yuki a hand... and maybe save my kitchen..."
"Of course, headmaster." After giving me another hushed thanks and a pat on the shoulder, the headmaster left and I walked into the kitchen.
I bent down to pick up a fallen pot the same time Yuki Cross was reaching for it and startled her. "Senior Clover!" The girl screamed, "I- what are you doing here?"
Placing the pot down on the counter, I dropped my bad down next to it and pulled out a hair tie to pull my short hair back. It has grown to be a little past my shoulders now. "Headmaster has allowed me to borrow the kitchen since the one at the dorms is full." My voice was a dull ring as I turned to look her in the eyes. Those brownish-red hues that rang familiar yet foreign to my mind. "It also appears that you may need some assistance with... all of this..."
The human girl blushed as I gestured to the mess that surrounded us. From the cookbook left open you could tell that they girl was trying to make chocolates, however the mess and some of the ingredients she had pulled out would tell you that a hurricane had interrupted her. Why on earth was a bag of potato starch out and spilt all over the counter. "Eh he he... I'm not a very good cook..."
Clearly...
After cleaning up her mess, I started the base for the chocolates, now making a double batch as I had forced the girl to simply sit back and take notes instead. Why? Simply for the fact that three steps into me showing her the proper steps she had managed to cause a small fire. I didn't speak, however I did each step slowly enough for her to watch and note down.
Once the chocolates were ready to pour into moulds, I handed the girl a spoon and instructed her to spoon the melted chocolate however she wished. While she did so, I brought out small bottles of food safe powders from my bag and dusted the insides of the moulds with them in various designs and messy--yet precise--ways. Once satisfied I spooned in dark chocolate and swirled in a little bit of milk chocolate in a few.
