phishschtick: *pokku* party tonight!
ph33r my rod: 8DDD Yeees~
phishschtick: I forgot until Dez prodded me. :D;;
ph33r my rod: XDDD;
phishschtick: so therefore we need a cake for that party. >>;
ph33r my rod: Yes. >D
phishschtick: haha.
phishschtick: and now I have experience from making my mom's today. ish.
ph33r my rod: XD!
phishschtick: haha... I kind of stood around, but meh.
phishschtick: anyway, shall we put an end to procrastination? XD;;
ph33r my rod: Yes, let's. 8D
phishschtick: alrighty, then.
phishschtick: I'm guessing we're in the kitchen?
ph33r my rod: *nodnod*
phishschtick: mrf, k.
phishschtick: *Bakura and Malik are in the kitchen of Malik's house, the both of them getting things prepared for Ryou's birthday cake. Malik is looking for the appropriate bowls and Bakura is leaning on the counter, flipping lazily through the cookbook they'd managed to dig up and found a recipe in.* "Have you any experience with cake making?"
ph33r my rod: *digs up a few bowls* "None whatsoever. I've made cream puffs though, so I have some baking experience."
phishschtick: "Good enough." *stands up to make way for Malik's bowls* "At least it won't be completely disasterous."
ph33r my rod: *rolls eyes, peers over at cookbook* "Make yourself useful and get some of that stuff out of the fridge."
phishschtick: "Yes, fine." *glances at the cookbook and heads to the fridge and opens it, taking out the needed refrigerated items.*
ph33r my rod: *fishes around in cupboards for the various dry ingredients*
phishschtick: *has put everything onto the counter, he scans the recipe again*asy.
phishschtick: (er, take off the asy. >>; )
ph33r my rod: (( XD ))
phishschtick: ( I didn't erase the whole thing. Haha.)
ph33r my rod: *puts everything else on the counter, looks at the recipe again* "... Looks like we've got everything."
ph33r my rod: (( *actually goes and finds a recipe* XD What kind are we doing? :D ))
phishschtick: ( Nooo idea.)
phishschtick: (...something FLUFFEH. *shot*)
ph33r my rod: (( XDDDD *goes to find one* ))
phishschtick: ( XD )
ph33r my rod: (( *blinks* Over 1000 recipes came up for "cake" on foodnetwork.com @@; ))
phishschtick: ( x__x that's a lot of cake.)
ph33r my rod: (( Quite. :O ))
ph33r my rod: (( *thinks of some kind of FLUFFY cake* ))
phishschtick: ( I'd say angel food cake, but I think that's kinda hard. But I'm not sure.)
ph33r my rod: (( ... I was thinking the same thing, actually. XD *just searches for plain "birthday cake"* ))
phishschtick: ( ...that works.)
ph33r my rod: (( ... well, that brought up a lot. *only has three results* XD ))
phishschtick: ( pfft. Lol.)
ph33r my rod: (( ... Okay, this isn't getting anywhere. *just searches "cake" and picks one at random* ))
ph33r my rod: (( And, sorry this is taking so long. x.x *balancing another RP with this one, as well as trying to draw* XD;; ))
phishschtick: ( thaaat's ok. )
ph33r my rod: (( *head desk* Yeah, this isn't working. All of this stuff is fancy-schmancy; whetever happened to just a nice plain CAKE? D: ))
phishschtick: (I just got a recommendation from my mom on one. Got it here.)
ph33r my rod: (( Ooh. ))
phishschtick: (But she's questioning me as to why I want a birthday cake recipe. >>; )
ph33r my rod: (( ... *dies* *just found one called "Is it Really Better Than Sex Cake"* XDDDDD ))
phishschtick: (... XD)
phishschtick: (Sounds like a birthday cake for Malik or Yami... hehehe.)
ph33r my rod: (( *snickersnort* It DOES. ))
phishschtick: (you should save that one for one of their birthdays. XD)
ph33r my rod: (( >D *does* ))
ph33r my rod: (( "This cake is sooooo good. It's like sex, except I'm having it." ))
phishschtick: (XD!)
ph33r my rod: (( Sooo~ DO you have recipe? :O ))
phishschtick: ( that I do.)
ph33r my rod: (( Excellent. ))
phishschtick: ( Yees.)
phishschtick: *nods, looking at the different ingredients that now sit on the counter. He picks up the cookbook and leans back against the counter.* "I suppose the first thing we do is preheat the oven to 300 degrees..."
ph33r my rod: "Mmhmm." *walks over to the oven and turns a knob* "Ack!" *watches as flames shoot up from the stove, turns knob the other way* "...okay, that was the wrong one." *actually looks this time, turns on the one marked "oven"*
phishschtick: *snorts and returns to the book. He sets it back down.* "...1 cup of butter."
ph33r my rod: *blinks* "That... is a lot of butter. You sure that's right?" *looks at recipe*
phishschtick: "Yes I'm sure it's right." *snatches up a bowl for the wet ingredients to go in*
ph33r my rod: *rolls eyes and shrugs, seeing that the recipe indeed asks for 1 cup of butter* "Ooookay." *takes the measuring cup and somehow manages to measure out one cup of butter*
ph33r my rod: *dumps it into the wet-ingredient bowl* "Now what?"
phishschtick: "add 2 cups of sugar to the butter and cream it."
ph33r my rod: *blinks, grabbing sugar* "Cream it? The hell does that mean?"
phishschtick: *reads it over again* "Not a clue. Stir it til it's creamy or something would be my guess."
ph33r my rod: "Um. Okay." *measures out sugar, adds to butter, refrains from thinking bad thoughts about "cream", starts stirring*
phishschtick: (XD Diirrrty Malik.)
ph33r my rod: (( 8D ))
phishschtick: (brb, supper~)
ph33r my rod: (( Mmkay. ))
phishschtick is away at 4:48:08 PM.
phishschtick returned at 5:08:55 PM.
phishschtick: (back.)
ph33r my rod: (( WB. ^^ ))
phishschtick: (TY. :D)
ph33r my rod: (( <3 )
phishschtick: *eyes go back to the book.* "3 egg yolks." *blinks* "How the hell do you do that??"
ph33r my rod: "Um..." *picks up an egg, looks it over* "Rishid showed me how to do this, it's kinda..." *cracks the egg, accidently smashes it completely* "..."
phishschtick: *snorts* "Excellent, I think you should do all the egg cracking from now on." *rolls his eyes and takes another egg and gently whacks it against the side of a small bowl. He has to whack it several times for it to crack open enough* "So I'm assuming I have to get the yolk in the bowl without getting any of the white in."
ph33r my rod: *rinses off eggy hands in the nearby sink* "What you're supposed to do is hold the egg over a small bowl and kinda... move the yolk from one half of the shell to the other. All of the white will drop off into the bowl, and you'll have the yolk left."
phishschtick: "But you're supposed to have the yolk in the bowl, aren't you?" *trying to hold the cracked egg together, some of it starting to drip out*
ph33r my rod: "Yes, you dump the yolk into the bowl with the rest of the ingredients."
phishschtick: "...whatever." *takes his time getting rid of the whites with the first egg, waiting for Malik to finish his creaming to put the yolk in*
ph33r my rod: (( ... *snickersnort* ))
ph33r my rod: *finishes creaming* "...uh, yeah, that should be good."
phishschtick: *dumps the yolk in and begins on his second egg*
ph33r my rod: *starts stirring in the first egg*
ph33r my rod: (( XD I so need to draw this. ))
phishschtick: (I already started like, a few days ago. But it died. ;o;)
ph33r my rod: (( Aaaaa. ;o; ))
phishschtick: *dumps the second yolk in and starts the third*
ph33r my rod: *stir stir stir*
phishschtick: *dump*
ph33r my rod: *has everything pretty well incorporated after a few minutes* "Okay, now what?"
phishschtick: *looks at the book* "...one cup cold water, -I believe these go in different bowls-three cups flour, half a tablespoon baking powder......"
ph33r my rod: "... Kay." *sets a large bowl aside, then grabs another measuring cup for the water* "I'll get the water, you take care of the flour and baking powder."
ph33r my rod: (( 8D Do we get to see Bakura mix up baking powder with baking soda? ))
phishschtick: ( HELL yes.)
phishschtick: (XD)
ph33r my rod: (( >DDD ))
ph33r my rod: *fills measuring cup with cold water*
phishschtick: *searches for some flour, which he finds easily, and grabs a small box marked Baking Soda out of the cupboard. He carries them over to the counter*
ph33r my rod: *adds cold water to other wet ingredients, then glances over at Bakura* "Woah, hold on. You've got baking soda there, didn't it ask for baking powder?"
phishschtick: *glances at the box he's holding and rolls his eyes* "Isn't that the same thing?"
ph33r my rod: *frowns and picks up the box of baking powder that was sitting on the counter all along* "No, they're two different things. How to put this without sounding like a total nutcase..." *thinks* "Okay. Baking soda make cake taste bad. Baking powder make cake taste good. You follow?"
phishschtick: "...that's stupid."
ph33r my rod: "It may be stupid, but it's a fact of life. You should ask Isis next time you see her; she learned the hard way." *measures out enough baking powder and dumps it into the empty bowl*
phishschtick: "And what, daresay, happened with her?"
phishschtick: *returns to the book*
ph33r my rod: "The recipe called for quite a bit of baking powder, and she used the soda instead of the powder... her cake was completely flat. It was pretty funny when it happened, but we don't want a repeat here."
ph33r my rod: "Not to mention, it tasted really bitter."
phishschtick: "Hn. Go figure; if you name two completely different things with such similar names, someone's obviously going to get them mixed up." *crosses his arms and sneers, muttering* "Baking is complete nonsense."
ph33r my rod: "Heh. Just like you almost mixed them up." *measures out flour and adds it to dry-ingredients-bowl* "And yeah, it is nonsense, but even if this doesn't turn out right, it'll be the thought that counts, I guess."
phishschtick: "I'm sure everyone has made or almost made that mistake, thanks. And Ryou would like anything we've put our time into, be it a really shitty cake or otherwise."
ph33r my rod: "... Point. So, now that we've established that baking soda and baking powder are not one and the same, what's next?"
phishschtick: "One tablespoon salt, 3 tablespoons lemon extract-do you have any of that?- 3 egg whites." *groans* " What?? If I was going to put in the egg whites as well, why didn't it just say to crack the whole damn thing into the bowl?!" *grumbles* "Stupid..."
ph33r my rod: *resists the urge to head desk right into the flour bowl* "Damn recipe, making us do the extra work of seperating... do we even still have those egg whites, or did you throw them away?" *wonders where the hell lemon extract would be*
phishschtick: "Unless you want to go fishing down the sink, no, we do not have them anymore." *facepalm*
ph33r my rod: "... Damnit. Well, since I obviously suck at handling eggs, you get to seperating those whites again. We can throw the extra yolks away, unless we'll need them for something else." *fishes around in cupboard* "Lemon extract... lemon extract..."
phishschtick: *grumbles and grabs 3 more eggs, doing what he'd done before with the yolks*
ph33r my rod: *pulls out a couple of small bottles, none of which are the right kind* "Damn it all, we have every kind of extract except lemon! There's vanilla, orange, mint, what the hell!"
phishschtick: "Well, improvise then. Use vanilla or something; I'm sure that wouldn't do too much damage." *dumps the egg whites into the bowl*
ph33r my rod: "Yeah, it'll probably turn out better than any of the others will." *measures out three tablespoons, dumps them into bowl*
phishschtick: "...'Add sifted dry ingredients alternately with cold water. Add flavoring. Fold in beaten egg whites.' Hm, looks like we've got that done. Though not in the way instructed." *shrugs and snatches up the wooden spoon Malik was using to stir the ingredients*
ph33r my rod: *facepalm* "Does it even matter how they're added as long as they get in there, anyway?"
phishschtick: *shrugs* "I particularly don't care."
ph33r my rod: "Yeah, I guess either way works." *picks up bowl with the dry ingredients* "You stir, I pour?"
phishschtick: "Yeah." *starts stirring and gets attacked by a cloud of loose flour* "..."
ph33r my rod: "..." *snickersnort*
phishschtick: *flour all over the front of his shirt and a bit in his hair, he frowns, which turns into a slightly amused half-smirk.* "...shut your mouth."
ph33r my rod: *chuckling to himself* "...you look like one of those ghost cards you like to use."
phishschtick: *rolls his eyes* "Thanks for the observation, I really do try." *purposely starts brushing himself off in the direction of Malik*
ph33r my rod: *coughs as flour is brushed in his general direction* "Okay, okay. Can we try not to lose anymore flour when we get this mixed?"
phishschtick: "Yes, yes, fine. Not like I did it on purpose." *goes back to stirring the contents of the bowl, this time more carefully*
ph33r my rod: *uses another spoon to ease the flour into the other bowl*
ph33r my rod: *manages to get all of it in without anymore messes*
phishschtick: *continues stirring all the contents*
phishschtick: *which is getting hard, due to everything that's in there.*
ph33r my rod: *blinks at it* "Is it supposed to be that... thick?"
phishschtick: "I don't know." *glances at the book* got a cake pan of some sort?"
ph33r my rod: *shrugs and pulls a round cake pan out of a cupboard*
phishschtick: "It says to grease and flour it."
ph33r my rod: *blinks* "What, with like... butter?"
phishschtick: "I don't know! If it's greasy enough to grease a pan with, then probably."
ph33r my rod: "Okay, okay, I was just asking if it meant anything in particular." *grabs a stick of butter, unwraps it a bit, proceeds to smear it all around the inside of the pan*
phishschtick: *stands beside Malik with a small handful of flour*
ph33r my rod: *finishes buttering pan* "Okay, have at it."
ph33r my rod: (( *half expecting him to "slip" end end up with half of it in Malik's face* ))
phishschtick: (...stop reading my mind. >>;;; )
ph33r my rod: (( 8D ))
phishschtick: (eh heh.)
phishschtick: *begins to sprinkle it unevenly over the pan. When it looks as if there's enough, he still has a good amount left in his hand. Without a second thought, his hand 'slips' and the remaining flour flies into Malik's face* "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
ph33r my rod: *blinks* "..." *coughs*
phishschtick: *snicker*
ph33r my rod: *glares* "Real funny."
phishschtick: "What? It was an accident!" *by his grinning you can tell- like hell it wasn't.*
ph33r my rod: "... If that was an accident, then I'll eat my cat." *decides to drop the subject and looks at the bowl with all of the mixed ingredients* "Now all of that goes in the pan?"
ph33r my rod: (( Brb. 8D ))
phishschtick: *smirk* "Yeah." *looks back to the book* "Then we bake it for two hours."
phishschtick: (k. ^^)
phishschtick: *blinks* "Two HOURS? Hell, that's a bit of a wait."
ph33r my rod: *blinks* "... Yeah."
ph33r my rod: (( This calls for a Magical Timelapse or two. 8D ))
phishschtick: ( Yes. Have at it.)
ph33r my rod: *gets batter into pan, pan into oven, MAGICAL TIMELAPSE!*
phishschtick: (8D)
ph33r my rod: (( I haven't done one of those in forever~. ))
phishschtick: ( Hehe >3)
ph33r my rod: *two hours pass, cake should be done by now*
ph33r my rod: *grabs an oven mitt, opens oven, reaches in and pulls out cake* "... Looks pretty done to me."
phishschtick: *lazily reaches over and gives it a poke with his finger* "...feels done. Whatever 'done' feels like."
ph33r my rod: *shrugs and sets it on the counter* "So is it done? Or is there anything else we need to do to it, other than let it cool?"
ph33r my rod: (( Obviously, Malik doesn't remember the concept of frosting. ))
phishschtick: *grabs the book off the counter and scans it* "...frosting."
ph33r my rod: *blinks, remembers* "Oh, duh."
phishschtick: (which isn't in this book. D8 they got the cake, no frosting recipe.)
ph33r my rod: (( D8 Um... we can just say that Isis had a random can of store-brought frosting lying around. 8D ))
phishschtick: ( That works.)
ph33r my rod: "Actually, I think I saw some of that in the cupboard." *digs around in it again, eventually pulling out a can of plain vanilla frosting with sprinkles*
phishschtick: "Do you have to do anything to that?"
ph33r my rod: *shakes head* "Nope, it's already made, you just have to put it on the cake."
phishschtick: "Good." *digs up a butterknife to spread it on with*
ph33r my rod: "We should probably wait until the cake cools before we put it on. I think it gets all melty and weird if it's put on when the cake's still warm." *turns the oven off when he remembers it's still on*
phishschtick: *shrugs and puts the knife on the counter*
ph33r my rod: *leans against the counter* *wait wait wait* MAGICAL WAITLAPSE*
phishschtick: (XD)
phishschtick: *once the cake's cooled, Bakura opens up the can of icing and spreads it over the top of the cake* "Let's hope this thing doesn't turn out lethal or something."
ph33r my rod: *watches, still leaning against the counter* "Eh. It smelled pretty good when it came out of the oven, it shouldn't be too bad."
phishschtick: "Meh." *finishes spreading and chucks the knife in the sink*
ph33r my rod: *sets a glass cover over it so it doesn't go stale* "I guess we won't know how it tastes for a while."
phishschtick: "How long?" *glances around for a clock*
phishschtick: (or whatever, depending on when this is. >>; )
ph33r my rod: *looks at clock directly behind Bakura* "Well... Ryou gets off of work soon, so... people had better start getting here."
ph33r my rod: (( In other words, when Dez comes back from away. XDDD ))
phishschtick: (XD When is the party supposed to be, again?)
ph33r my rod: (( 8, it's 7:30 now. ))
phishschtick: ('kay. hopefully I'll be allowed to stay on at least late-ish tonight.)
phishschtick: (¬¬)
ph33r my rod: (( x.x ))
phishschtick: (bleh.)
ph33r my rod: (( ...well that was fun, though. XD ))
ph33r my rod: (( They managed to do something together without killing each other. 8D ))
phishschtick: (*gives them cookies* XD)
ph33r my rod: (( Heee. XD One of us should probably set up a chat before long. *will probably do that shortly* ))
phishschtick: (okiies..)
phishschtick signed off at 8:35:03 PM.