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sweetpinkpixie
It might please this Gryffindor to know he was actually on point with something. He felt like he was mostly several blocks away from the point and practically all times this term.
Why did it seem perfectly fitting that Quinn would be the sort to defend the integrity of spinach? It was green and soggy and Atlas could ALWAYS tell when mum had tried to blend it up in something to hide it. There was a nasty grainy quality to it. Grainy and stringy. Basically all this was making his nose wrinkle as he looked back at the Ravenclaw with deep doubt knotted into his brow. "Name ONE way where spinach doesn't taste like feet or socks left to marinade in tap water for three days." JUST sayin'.
But do go on, Quinn. Try and convince him that soggy socks could be fine cuisine.
...what? Atlas was watching his friend's hands as he demonstrated what was supposed to happen with the spatula and batter, but he was having a hard time visualizing how batter was supposed to fold. He just could not think of anything other than paper and batter did NOT do that. "So...is mix in and fold in the same instruction then?" Baking made no sense. Wasn't baking supposed to be precise? What was this dark magic?
Leaning over a bit, Atlas examined the bag and then poured a small handful of these mysterious peanut butter chips. "Hmmm..." he hummed, pushing them around in his palm a little. "Let me see." And into the mouth they went like a catapault. He first allowed them to melt on his tongue before smacking his lips a bit, mostly for show, and soon was nodding. "Yes. This will work."
....and one more handful. This time a heartier one. And down the hatch those went as well.
Quinn stuck his lip out.
"Well, it's not the healthiest way, but my favorite way is definitely spinach dip. It's cheesy and stuff, so you would probably be able to barely taste the, er, sock-in-tap-water taste you're talking about. But I don't think spinach tastes that bad either way. I mean, it's not great, but it's not terrible." Quinn had grown up eating his greens—a lot of people at school used to think that was weird. They had other things about him that they thought were more pertinently weird, so he didn't hear much talk about it. But he thought vegetables could be pretty good, depending on how they're prepared. Almost all of them, really.
Quinn thought about it.
"Well, basically, yes. Folding is a way of mixing. But mixing would just be..." he made the typical stirring motion with his hands,
"...but that wouldn't get it as evenly mixed through as folding," he said, mimicking the motion again. He waved his hand dismissively.
"Eh, you'll see when we get there."
Quinn giggled at Atlas's theatrics. The peanut butter chips tasted, unsurprisingly, like peanut butter, so he figured they would work. He bumped Atlas with his shoulder.
"I'm glad you approve. Okay, so..." he turned towards all the ingredients and tools they'd brought out.
"Now, we make the batter!" he clapped his hands together. Let's see, where to start... Quinn went for the cocoa powder and started scooping some out with a measuring spoon he found.
"Atlas, could you pour out half a cup of that canola oil, please?" he said, gesturing to the measuring cup. Once he was done with the cocoa powder, he added a pinch of salt and then started on the sugar.