rakuen | Baking

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Baking

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Location: cafeteria kitchen
Summary: Baking before the big sleepover
Warnings: will update?

Sora has organized a bit sleepover that spans both campuses, but every sleepover needs snacks! That's what we're here for, making delicious baked goods and general shenanigans.

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"Yikes." The comment is made in light of the fact that she's trying to cook for (presumably) everyone attending. It's a big job when you consider how many mouths there might be to feed. Just cooking for his small group when they were traveling together was a pretty big chore. "That's a lot of baking."

Glasses acquired, he returns to his station and starts putting the fruit into the strainer so he can rinse them in the nearby sink. At her question, he shots her a grin and a mischievous wink. "Yeah, I'm pretty good at them. Interested?"

She nods, a determined look on her face, "I don't mind baking even if I'm not the best at it. I don't really like foods that are that sweet so it'll be one less person eating. I just want to make the others happy..." he voice trails off a bit.

At his wink she blushes a bright red, "Maybe just a little."

"Hey, cooking's all about the heart. If you've put all you've got into it then there should be no complaints, right?" The comment is made lightly as he focuses on setting his fruit to dry before selecting a strawberry to chop up.

"Guess it's a good thing I picked parfaits." Of course, the fact that parfaits are light, hinted at with sweet, a healthy alternative and a female favorite wasn't considered when he was deciding at all.

"Well... heart doesn't always make the food good," and she's speaking from experience, learning to bake wasn't the easiest thing, especially since it was all too sweet for her anyway and she didn't really taste anything to adjust it.

"Didn't say it made it taste good." Lord knows Yuri's got enough experience with heartfelt food and bad taste. "I just said there shouldn't be any complaints." His correction made, he tosses the a scoop of the complete assortment of fruit into the glasses and starts going for the yogurt, ready to spoon in some of that too.

Actually, thinking about Flynn? Sometimes Yuri would really prefer he'd leave his heart out of it and just follow the recipe. Then again, how many people did you meet in one lifetime whose cooking was that lethal?

Yuki nods, "That's true, there is nothing like food from a friend who tried very hard on your behalf." She just watches as he puts together the parfait, not having much to do since her cupcakes were in the oven.

A scoop of yogurt in each, thin layer of fruit, light sprinkle of sugar and repeat until he's at the top of each glass later, Yuri finishes off with a sprinkling of granola at the top and smirks as he caps off the yogurt container again. All that done, he quickly ducks down and goes digging through a drawer, finally coming back with two spoons... and a little martini umbrella for Yuki's.

The umbrella gets popped open with purposely dramatic flare and placed with exaggerated care into one of the parfaits before he carries it over, placing it before her and setting a spoon down next to it.

"Well, hopefully this is almost just as good as something made by one of your friends."

She giggles lightly at the umbrella, it was a good touch and a nice added flair, "Thank you. I rather like the umbrella, I wouldn't have thought to put one in."

Yuki takes a small spoonful of the parfait, "Oh! It's very good!"

"Told you, I'm pretty good at them." The comment is made in jest, something to keep the mood light as he takes a spoon of his own and crunches on granola.

"I'm Yuri, by the way. Yuri Lowell from Fortitude."

She laughs, "Well you were right, it seems I will have to trust you for now on," she takes another, somewhat larger, bite of the parfait, "I'm Yuki Yagizawa, from Conquest."

"Oh yeah? How is it over there?" Yuri asked casually, spooning another bit of yogurt and granola into his mouth as he busied himself with the task of gathering up just the right amount into his utensil. All so that Yuki wouldn't notice the small flash of seriousness in his eyes.

Fortitude, for all that it was quiet and pretty pleasant, made him feel uneasy. Probably because the entire city made him feel that way, but even Fortitude's niceties couldn't banish that feeling entirely. There was too much about this city that was... wrong. Like the island itself was trying to hide things from them.

Yuki puts her spoon down at the question, she had heard that Fortitude was a nicer place with a nicer headmistress (but not prefect, there was a rumor she killed someone already). She sighs, "Conquest is not the best place to be. It is very tense since the Headmistress does not accept losing and Santana is rather rude. The power has gotten to them, I think."

She picks up her spoon again but only to stir the parfait to keep her hands busy, "There is something wrong with this whole place."

Damn. He'd heard similar things of course and his own experiences of Santana had led him to believe something similar... but her nastiness had rung hollow. A front, someone who would enact despicable behavior given the chance but only unpleasant to be near otherwise. He had been hoping that he wouldn't have to act but stories like this were going to force his hand eventually.

Still, that wasn't something he had to burden Yuki with. So instead he put out a low sigh and shrugged. "Yeah, but that will change soon."

She looks up suddenly, "What do you mean?"

"Call it a feeling." He evaded, sliding another spoon of the parfait into his mouth and shrugging. "Don't you have it too?"

"I can tell that people are tense," she gives him a hard look, "What's going on?"

Well hello sudden steel-like quality he is rather appreciative of. For a minute Yuri considers this as he takes another bite of his parfait, before deciding he can be a little more honest with her. If she wants to know, well... she has the right to that much, at least.

"Think about it: whoever's running this place is constantly grabbing people and bringing them here. How long do you think they can keep this up before we outnumber them?"

She leans back in her seat and thinks for a moment, "Don't we already outnumber them? There are only six staff members and many more of us. But they were also brought here against their will. We don't know who is taking us or how many of them there are, so we cannot know when we outnumber them.

"Sure, if you think those six are the ones that are the problem. The ones we're looking for are behind them and sooner or later, they'll have to show their faces."

Once a little ruckus got started up, anyway. If there was one thing Yuri could be confident about, it was his ability to find trouble. He just had to find the right moment to do it and only once he had enough allies to do so.

"So how's your baking going?" He asked, pointedly changing the conversation while giving her a knowing look. A topic change in case there were ears listening.

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