"…I wanna bake somethin'," Kitty decided out of nowhere. As no one else was around to hear her (and thereby stop her), she marched resolutely to the kitchen and began to gather items that she was certain (well, pretty sure) were required in baking a cake her dear ol' granny used to make.
Mainly, there was flour, baking soda, eggs and milk (chocolate flavour). There was also oregano (she figured it was some kind of powdered flavouring), strawberry ice cream (beginning to melt), jelly powder (for whatever reason) and whole apples and bananas.
Humming happily to herself, she plunked the uncracked eggs into the bowl, poured in the milk and added four cups each of flour and baking soda. She shook in the whole jarful of oregano, tore open the jelly powder wrapping and shook it as hard as she could.
Kurt 'ported in for a quick fix (he knew where Jamie hid his sugar stash, oh yes indeedy), paused in his raiding, looked at Kitty, then grabbed what he could and 'ported away. No one-- not even Toad (okay, maybe him)-- should be forced to sample or even help with Kitty's cooking.
"Hmmph," Kitty mumbled sulkily. She added in the apples and bananas (and an orange or two for Vitamin C goodness), stuck the bowl under the mixer, covered it with the transparent plastic… thingy made especially so the kitchen wouldn't be fouled up with flying mixture debris, and set it on high.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Man, those apples were hard. With another WHAM, she could see the plastic cracking. The next WHAM made the plastic crack fully apart, and the last WHAM lobbed an apple straight at her. It was as if the kitchen appliances had something against her…
"Nah, that's just, like, crazy talk," Kitty said aloud. She tossed the bruised apple into the bin, tilted her head wonderingly at the dented metal pot that the apple had hit, and decided to blame it on Amara. Or Roberto. Yeah, that would work. Him and Ray could have been playing some weird game and dented the pot in the process.
Kitty poured the mix into the cake tin, placed it in the oven and tried to remember at what degree her gran had set the oven. And for how long. She shrugged and set it at the highest degree that was possible for the oven, figuring it would be ready in about a minute.
"Oh mah gawd, Kitty, what th' f'ck didja do?" Rogue near-shouted exasperatedly. Both girls were smoke-smudged and Kitty's hair was singed lightly. Surrounding them were the less- grubby- but- nonetheless- dirtied- by- the- aftereffects- of- Kitty's- attempt- to- bake-a- cake members of the X-Men.
"I just, like, wanted to bake a cake," Kitty whined. Ororo, hair mussed, clothes torn, looking thoroughly disheveled, twitched.
"Kitty, that… thing is not a cake," she spat out, pointing to the monstrosity that slopped its way out of the exploded oven. It looked rather like the meal Morticia Addams had made when she was volunteering at her children's school.
"Ah say Kitty is BANNED from tha kitchen," Rogue declared.
"Seconded," said Rahne menacingly.
"All in favour say aye," announced Scott. A resounding "AYE!" came from the crowd, and they dispersed, first jogging, then breaking into a run to the bathrooms to clean themselves up. Kitty just stood, blinking in shock.
"N-no… access? To the kitchen? F-for, like, EVER?"