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Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack How did Grayson do it. All he had to do was exist and he could be cool. No wonder that Newell girl got all fluttery around him. Maybe the third year could just pick up some pointers along the way- and not just about cooking. So how did the guy do it? O_____O Had Group Leader Grayson just called him cool!? MERLIN WHAT? No wonder that stupid smile was still sitting on his face. Man. The coolest guy around had just called him cool and no, Grayson, he didn't know. "Oh-uh-wow thanks Grayson," Could he have a minute please?
Today shall be marked down in history as the day that Group Leader Grayson Whitlock called Zander Adair "pretty cool". Actually, could he have two minutes?
Okay no, no. They had the best cookies to make. He'd have his minutes later. As Grayson worked on preheating, Zander finished off reducing the rest of the fortunes, Grayson's included. Alright! This was progress. The third year grabbed all six in his hands and set them to the side of the table. Those would be for later. But now, now they had cookies to make! He quickly turned his attention back to Group Leader Grayson aka Colonel Cool and smiled. Again. "Yeah definitely!" He could totally mix. There'd be no way to possibly screw that one up. Ha no. Not even Zander Adair could screw up mixing.
Try cracking an egg.... Okay if you say so Grayson... The Gryffindor hesitantly grabbed an egg and cracked it on the table top. That part was easy. Now only getting the egg white... That was difficult. Very difficult. The Gryffindor struggled a bit trying to get only the white into the bowl... But after a minute of pure and TOTAL concentration, he had managed. Somehow.
Ahem right anyways. Maybe next time it'd be best if Grayson stuck to the handling of ingredients. So what was next? Ah, the rest of the ingredients. Right. The Gryffindor looked back up to Grayson, still sporting his goofy grin,"Can you measure out the liquids? I'll take care of the solids." They didn't need vanilla extract to end up all over the floor. No, solids were a much safer choice for this Gryffindor. He then reached over to grab hold of the flour, cornstarch, salt, and sugar. Now to begin measuring! This wasn't actually too bad! After getting the perfect amount of flour, the Gryffindor quickly poured it into the bowl that contained the egg whites. Alright! The boy had manners. GOOD. Grayson had nearly zilch of that stuff within him -- something his mum was oh so keen on remindin him about -- but that didn't mean that he couldn't appreciate the art for himself. Besides, if the boy had gone ahead to not accept his compliment, poisonous fortune cookies might have been a thought. Nothing major, mind you. Maybe adding cockroach clusters to the bad boys. OR, he could just ignore the boy for some time. Demote him. Whatever. "You're welcome, mate." WERE they mates? Who even knew.
It was a good thing that Zander had agreed to do the mixing. Swear to Merlin, it almost made Grayson happy and gleeful! As if someone ha gone ahead and added some Elixir to Induce Euphoria to his morning bowl of cereal. And what was even better was that he was going ahead with the egg cracking too. "Come on, Chef Z, show them who's BOSS." Encouraging words from the fifteen year old. And one you wouldn't hear often so take it or leave it, Adair. "Brilliant!" What was he talking about? Two things: that crack-a-lackin' egg cracking and the plan. "Measure out the liquids. Sounds dead simple," he said while reaching over for a tablespoon. That got a magical clean too before he continued, "Do you think we'll get to try these out for ourselves?" Or could they get someone else to take a small nibble to determine whether it tasted alright? An overly confident Gryffindor would do the trick. He didn't want to take their cookies if they tasted worse than vomit flavoured beans.
PSH. Like their cookies would taste bad. Yeah RIGHT.
ANYWAYS. Grayson poured out half a tablespoon of the vanilla extract -- which smelt nice, by the way -- and added it into the bowl. Next came the almond extract, which was another half a tablespoon. Thank you for keeping the measurements simple, Professor Cassie. Three tablespoons took a bit more time to measure out, especially when Grayson didn't want any of the substance to spill over. But when it was, one......... two......... and three tablespoons of the vegetable oil was added to the bowl. And lastly, oneeeee........ two.......... threeeeeee tablespoons of water went into the bowl. The last bit was done a bit dramatically because it was OVER.
Andddddd to bug his fellow chef because what better way was there to kill time? "Think we should leave some dough at the end for us to snack on?"
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