SHRUUUG. "I don't know. I've got a feeling he doesn't like it when I'm cute." She pouted. What else would his usual words, 'Stop being cute' mean? And yes. She was cute right now, she'd decided. Self-appraisal. Heh. Once in a while. Although, she'd give most of the credit to the apron. It looked very adorable.

"I'm sure they have." Beezus nodded. Positivity! Most certainly, the house elves would be able to provide the ingredients they need. It was the two of them who was in dire need of optimism...and luck. She watched as Elliot unhooked the pearls from around her neck. She retched before tying her hair up in a dainty ponytail. First, lace. Now, pearls. Merlin. She won't be able to survive leaving an Elliot for even a single day!

"Insufficient? You make it sound like we are so horrible at this." Meh. Shouldn't they be looking at the good side? Then again, it wouldn't hurt that both of them are aware that they might cause chaos here.

She was the boss?

Ohohoho. Power over the Empress, is it? If they were in a different setting, Beezus WOULD abuse it - that's how friends show their love, right? Abuse each other. Hehe. But as they had a mission...."That's flattering Morganzo." GRIN. "All right. I'll go browse for the ingredients and you, the utensils." You know, like knife, spatula, whisk, baking pan, bowls, cups, tablespoons, etc. "I'll bring the list with me," because ingredients. Duuuh.

Okay?! Okay. Away!

Flour, where art thou?