[well here we are in the cursed graveyard house, dead ghosts that don't need to eat or sleep or anything!
so it makes perfect sense that asch is baking! there's nothing in sight right now other than a mixing bowl and various measuring vessels (which are soaking in the sink) and a nice smell—but probably the big giveaway is Asch pulling on the traditionally oversized oven mitts.
which he immediately stops doing, freezing, as Phoenix walks in. his cat tail goes straight up, ears flattening a little.
arrrrgh.
with no further options he just
goes back to what he's doing like phoenix isn't even in the room. because the other option is a snippy retort to cover up his embarrassment. and he doesn't want to say nya anymore around this joker.]
[he makes a quiet scoffing noise of doubt and derision, but still doesn't speak, instead putting the croissants aside to cool on a rack, moving them carefully.
out of the corner of his eye tho, he's clearly watching phoenix.]
Are you blind, nya? Do you want a ball of glue, or a crust, nya? You'll need twice as much butter, nya. It would be better if you had some frozen ahead of time, nya!
And don't just use running water, nya! It should be ice cold, or the butter will melt, nya. Do you want flakey layers, or layer, idiot nya?
[FUCK the verbal tic, this dude can't fuckin bake!!!!!!]
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so it makes perfect sense that asch is baking! there's nothing in sight right now other than a mixing bowl and various measuring vessels (which are soaking in the sink) and a nice smell—but probably the big giveaway is Asch pulling on the traditionally oversized oven mitts.
which he immediately stops doing, freezing, as Phoenix walks in. his cat tail goes straight up, ears flattening a little.
arrrrgh.
with no further options he just
goes back to what he's doing like phoenix isn't even in the room. because the other option is a snippy retort to cover up his embarrassment. and he doesn't want to say nya anymore around this joker.]
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[ phoenix starts gathering ingredients, but he smiles at asch. ]
What are you working on?
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instead, he opens up the oven
and pulls out
croissants. which he shows to phoenix.
lotta free time up in this manor for folding butter into pastry right now.]
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You're talented.
[ he knew asch could cook but this is expert baking! ]
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out of the corner of his eye tho, he's clearly watching phoenix.]
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Anyone in mind for this....?
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pies.
his tail twitches. now he's keeping a closer eye. does he look ready to judge? maybe. surely phoenix won't take advantage of this.
as for phoenix's question, he shakes his head
and then shrugs.]
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Just passing the time?
[ he's also going to steal a croissant to eat when they've cooled off ]
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and finally can't take it anymore.]
Focus on the crust first—you'll have plenty of time to make the fillings while the crust proofs, nya.
[FROWN]
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[ time for crust ingredients! asch will have to advise him he's not great at this ]
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Are you blind, nya? Do you want a ball of glue, or a crust, nya? You'll need twice as much butter, nya. It would be better if you had some frozen ahead of time, nya!
And don't just use running water, nya! It should be ice cold, or the butter will melt, nya. Do you want flakey layers, or layer, idiot nya?
[FUCK the verbal tic, this dude can't fuckin bake!!!!!!]
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[ he smiles. ]
Maybe you ought to oversee me so I don't make such basic mistakes.
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[his tail whips back and forth irritably, but he isn't leaving.]
Fine, nya. Just don't screw up on purpose, and I'll make sure you don't screw up on accident, nya.
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[ he's gonna work on the crust, though!!!! i refuse to describe it but he's more or less doing what asch told him to do. ]
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[you absolutely should though
anyway he watches phoenix making the crust, and finally smacks his hands out of the way, handing him a roll of parchment paper.]
No, nya! Your hands are too hot, now—here, line them with this, and I'll get some rice, nya.
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[ haha. ]
Rice.... for a pie? Well, you're the expert.
[ also i can't eat pie unless it's gluten free so i refuse to researching pie crusts ]
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Just line them, nya!
[he comes back with a bag of rice, and assuming the pie shells are all lined with parchment paper
pours the rice on top of the paper, nearly filling them.]
There—now bake that, nya.
[???]
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Oh, to retain its shape?
[ in they go! ]
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[he huffs.]
Baking it all at the same is just a guarantee of a mess, nya.
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[ asch is saving the furries ]
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[hrmph!!!
he takes a croissant off the rack and
pulls it apart over a plate, flakey bits going everywhere, and eats a piece, examining the inside as he does.
he looks? satisfied? maybe???]