Yuki frowned as he mixed the cake batter. Something was not quite right. Everything looked fine, the batter was smooth and thoroughly mixed, all the ingredients were used and there was just something off about the innocent mixture in front of him.
A little frustrated, he beat the mix again and checked the recipe. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
Inspiration struck and he spun around in the Kinomoto's kitchen to check that the oven was on. It was. He turned back to mixture and frowned at the red bowl. There was definitely something wrong.
He turned back to the sink and counted all the dishes, making sure that each one was used and the correct measurement.
Frustrated, Yuki turned back to the bowl and this time examined the mixture carefully. He couldn't spot anything, until he noticed that he spoon he had been using was mysteriously clean.
Taking a deep breath Yuki removed his apron and stepped around the bench. The on the floor was sitting a very satisfied looking Touya with cake on his fingers. He looked up at Yuki and stopped licking his fingers for a moment. He offered a sheepish grin, but was soon running for his life as Yuki chased him out of the kitchen, brandishing a spoon.
It was that day Touya learned, never mess with Yuki in the kitchen.
I actually had this kind of happen to me.
While Touya and I were at the beach she started cutting carrots. I freaked out and ordered her out of the kitchen.
But Touya being the stubborn person she is refused.
So I forced the knife out of her hand and threatened her out of the kitchen.
I get it from my mother. I swear.
LOL! Love love love.