31 Shiptober Errorink Writing Challenge

21. Cooking/Baking

Ink had decided to make chocolate chip cookies with the help of Error, he thought it would be great to do something together.

"Error! Stop eating the sugar!"

Oh how wrong he was.

"N-o!"

Ink snatched the bag of brown sugar from his hand.

"Read the recipe to me." Ink shoved his phone into Errors hand, hoping to keep him preoccupied with reading instead of trying to steal ingredients.

Error groaned, giving Ink a quick, resentful glare as he began reading the recipe.

Skimming through the like, two ingredients they had got through he found where they left off.

"It-t says add o-ne egg."

Ink grabbed the egg, cracking it- except he did it a bit too hard, causing it to break on the counter, dripping its insides onto the floor.

"...Oops?" He offered, giving the one who was now once again glaring at him a nervous smile.

"Ho-w bout you -read the ag-redients and I-ll crack the e-gg."

"Fine, just stop eating them." 

Error didn't accept or decline those conditions.

Ink took a moment to wash his hand as Error left the phone on the counter.

Now with their roles once again swapped, Error took a second egg from the container.

He cracked it on the counter and then lifted it so he could break it above the designated bowl.

The insides neatly poured out as he shook some of the remnants off.

"N-ext?" Error asked seeing as Ink had dozed off.

Ink jumped, glancing at him in confusion before checking the phone.

"Uh- it says to mix it for one to two minutes until its smooth now, using the mixer thingie." Ink pointed at the 'mixer thingie'.

Error picked it up and did as was asked of him, the sound of it making him cringe.

"1 teaspoon of Vanilla Extract." Ink continued, hearing the machine turn off.

Error huffed, disconnecting the little mixer bits.

"A sm-all break." He proposed, handing one of the two twirly sticks to Ink who smiled and took it, taking a small taste test to make sure it didn't taste like shit- it most definitely didn't.

When they both finished their tasty treats they got back to work.

"Wh-ere the fuck is th-e Vanilla Extract?"

"We have it out idiot."

"Wh-ere."

With a agonized sigh, Ink patted the little bottle with his finger. "Right here."

"O-h." Error picked it up. "Wh-eres the teaspoons?"

Ink scanned the counter and then wandered to a drawer when he could not find them.

Once he had them located he handed them off to Error.

"Whi-ch size?" Error asked, fumbling with the different teaspoons that were all chained together.

"Smallest I think."

Error neatly poured a teaspoon of Vanilla Extract into the smallest one he had been holding.

"And beat it." Error raised a brow at that.

"Be-at it?" 

"With a swishy thing Error, don't actually beat the poor food."

Error laughed, sending himself on a short expedition to find the 'swishy thing' which he knew was just a beater.

He then aggressively began beating the egg and Vanilla.

"Jeezus Error, what did it do to you?" Ink joked.

"Exi-st." Error retorted, actually focusing on what he was doing.

Rolling his eyes, Ink waited for him to be done harassing the egg and Vanilla.

"Ok-ay, ne-xt?"

"One and three-fourths of a cup of flour."

Error took the obvious bag of flour and literally just started pouring it in without the needed measuring cup.

"Error! You need to measure it!" Ink shouted, trying to snatch the bag of flour from the other but his partner in c̶r̶i̶m̶e̶ cooking only ran to the opposite side of the kitchen.

Ink scowled, folding his arms in a disapproving pose. "Give it."

"Ok-ay." Grinning, Error yeeted the flour at Ink.

It partially covered Ink, turning him more pale than he had been before although it was more noticeable on his clothes- Error swore he saw Inks eye twitching.

Inks scowl deepened (if that was even possible) as his pinpricks snuffled out, leaving his ink-black sockets to stare straight into Errors soul.

"Your going to regret that."

Never before had Error been so utterly terrified of Ink armed with a bag of flour.

When he didn't move (mostly because he was trying to plan an escape route), Ink completely drenched Error with the flour.

"H-ey!" Error shook himself and when that didn't work, tried wiping it off, but it too failed miserably as the flakes were stubbornly clinging to his clothes and getting stuck in every nick and little crack he had in his bones.

Now he was the one scowling as Ink gently scooped what he could of the flour Error had recklessly poured into the bowl, obviously trying to stifle a laugh.

"I-ts litera-lly stuck in m-e."

Ink turned, finally laughing at the sight of Error trying to pry the flour out of his slightly cracked bones. "You look like a snowflake." Ink noted, seeing as Error was still blanketed with white despite his attempts to rub it off.

"Shu-t up."

Ink laughed again, filling 1 3/4 of the measuring cup then pouring a little back into the bag to make up for the small bit he couldn't scoop out without touching the other ingredients.

Error, grumbling, settled for washing his hands so he could continue helping- if only for the purpose of eating some of the Chocolate Chips when it got to that part.

"I'm pouring the ingredient in, by the way." Ink announced as he poured the flour into the bowl.

Using the- as he called it- 'swisher thing' he mixed the flour into the dough until it looked like, well, dough.

"Now what?"

"It say-s... to... ro-ll it up and pu-t it on the tray-y, then sta-b it with choc-olate chips."

Chuckling a bit, Ink literally ignored what Error just said and poured the entire bag of chocolate chips into the dough, glancing at the irritated and dumbfounded Error.

"What?"

"I wa-s gonna e-at the ex-tra choco-lates..." Error looked legitimately sad- he was pissed on the inside though, like, he was only willingly doing this so he could have permission to eat the rest of the chocolate.

Ink shrugged, picking up some of the dough in his off hand, before realizing the tray was not even relatively nearby the mess they had made.

While Ink tried to find said tray, the handful of dough began dripping out of his hands.

Still picking at his bones, the flour uncomfortably stuck in every damned crack was ticking him off.

"Can you find the tray..?" Ink asked, staring at the (increasingly) pissed Error, though he wasn't sure why he was that mad at what he was assuming was the flour on him.

He had started the flour attack, after all.

"Fu-ck this shi-t, i-m out. Fu-cking kit-ch-en." Error left, having no patience for cooking now that the idea of getting the excess Chocolate Chips had been brutally let down.

Ink blinked in confusion.

He frowned at the thought of Error being salty about getting the Error poured on him as payback- Ink was blissfully unaware that Error had only participated in this activity for the chocolate chips involved, not because he had wanted to spend time with him.

Deciding to just leave it be and finish the cookies himself- if nothing else, he knew that being able to eat the soon-to-be-finished Chocolate Chip Cookies would for sure would cheer Error up.

Honestly he was just surprised Error helped him out at all, but happy about the effort nonetheless, it had been fun to cook together- not to mention the momentary flour-fight.