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Summary: Jack makes cookies!
Cookies weren't THAT hard to make, right? he hums, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he looked through the refrigerator for certain things.
Was carrot cookies made with actual carrots? What about mint? Did the Yeti actually put mint inside a cookie? If so, why didn't the cookies ever look green?
Eggs. He once saw Phil put eggs in cookies. That's one ingredient, right?
Er...He tilts his head. Was milk a thing here?
Nah. Better go with Orange Juice. Besides, he was trying to make those strange orange cookies Jamie's mother had baked for halloween. He thinks Orange juice would make them Orange, right? Right.
Now maybe...Oh! Flour! Lots and lots of flour!
He frowns as some of the powdery whitness fizzles onto the floor. Oops. He sets it on the counter anyway. He'll fix up the mess once the cookies were done.
The kitchen was empty, not a yeti in sight. It was an off day, you see. Every once a week or so all the workers, and North himself shut down buissness to take a nap or something for all their hard labor. To Jack it was a nice time to fiddle around with things and put out some amazing pranks. It's not like he'll be found out anytime soon, since no one could exactly blame him for anything.
He decides that, yes, sweet potatos were orange, and sweet. They would be great for cookies, right? Whatever.
Chuckling to himself, he pulls out a large container of icing. Cookies and sweets always needed icing. Heck, fruit needed icing.
What flavour was it?
Oh.
He tilts his head once more.
What the heck was a pistachio, and why was it icing?
He contemplates over whether or not to stick a finger into the large tub to figure out what it was, but decides against it. Surprises were fun, and icing was never bad on a cookie, so what could ever go wrong?
Closing the fridge, he goes to look across the counter to all the loot ( and mess ) he had set aside. Now that he had all he needed, how does one go about making the cookie dough?
Shrugging, he jumps onto one of the counters, to reach above it for a plastic mixing bowl, before tossing various things in.
Eggs, Potatos, Orange Juice, flour, and so much sugar it'd make the tooth fairy die of a heart attack should she be witnessing this right now. So much sugar it should be a sin to look at, even.
He grabs a large spoon - one obviously made for Yeti hands only, as it was almost nearly the size of his arm, making him quite frustrated - and goes to mash everything together. He makes sure to add more and more flour until everything turns into some kind of Orangey blob-rock of sugared crunch.
Laughing to himself because, yay! I got it! He jumps back atop the counter to reach up once more for a cookie sheet, before taking off small parts of the orange catastrophe and rounding them into small bite-sized ball-shaped pieces.
Sighing happily, he gets the pan, and turns around and stops.
The oven.
How does one work an oven?
Maybe he really should have waited for North or Nightlight or some other adult-ish person to help him...
Oh wait...were those buttons?
Awe heck yeah. He was great with buttons! He pushed them all the time with Jamie's game controller! How hard could working an oven be?
With a smile, he places the sheet into the oven, before twisting all kinds of knobs and pushing all kinds of buttons. The green button must mean if there was a vegetable in it right? Oranges were a type of vegetable, right? Had to be. Otherwise why would they grow from the ground?
No. No wait...Flour was a vegetable. Orange was a fruit. In this case, though, the red button might be an orange button.
Whatever. He quickly slides his hands all over the buttons, making sure to hit every single one. The cookies were really special ones so they had to be heated with all the buttons, because every button working together was a special thing! Like...like a community working together or something!
He jumps off the device as soon as he feels the heat radiate off the top with a laugh and a bright smile.
Then, as he goes to look over the contraption, he frowns. Now what? Did he really have to wait? - Oh! Oh wait! He can always go wait in the library for a little while! After all, that weird bookwarm guy was still here! He could help Jack pick out a good book or two!
With that thought in mind, he runs out the room, both excited for the promise of cookies, and the promise of a good book or two and a friend to share them with.
Phil yawns, stretching his arms into the air and cracking his neck just a bit to get that weird stiff feeling out of it. Today was, yes, a break-day, and he really shouldn't even be up and about on such a good day, instead sleeping off the stresses of work, but something was up.
Jack, the newest guardian, would usually come to the Yeti's household to curl up between Phil and Mary, Phil's wife, to rest with them and just get some cuddle out of it.
The winter child was touch-starved, loved hugs and kisses, and a lot of times if you promised him you'd give him a piggyback ride for two hours or so, he would do whatever you wanted him to. So for today being as it was, the child having not shown up was very, very odd.
Very, very odd, indeed.
Which brings him back into the workshop, noting it's emptiness and silence. Thankfully there was a magic spell or two cast around for the floorboards to never squeak, so it was safe to walk at his usual up-in-the-morning pace.
Rubbing at an eye sleepily, he yawns once more, before scenting the air for the familiar scent of a Frost child.
Or taking in the air, gagging at the aweful smell of either burnt oranges or something else close to it, which appared to be coming from -
oh no
Rushing to the kitchen door, he notices the dark smoke coming from underneath it, and runs in there.
Luckily, there was no fire, but a whole lot of smoke. That doesn't stop him from opening up a flame catcher - a very powerful spell-written orb that, when smashed into the ground takes all smoke and flame with it, like a powerful hose of sorts - and smashing it on the ground where the oven was.
His eyes widen as he quickly turns off all the switches and buttons frantically, wondering all the while 'who the heck left all these on?'
With that done, he goes to open the oven door, gagging as the smell seemed to rush up his nostrils as if it belonged there.
Someone had tried to make cookies.
A little notice when the word 'try' is mentioned.
Making a face, he tosses the cookies into the garbage, tying up the black bag with haste, so the smell doesn't get out, and goes to pick up the mess that someone - now that he smells around, he knows by now 'someone' is 'Jack' - had left here.
Sweeping the flour off the floor, cleaning the oven, and putting everything back into it's rightful place wasn't a huge deal to the furry being one bit, because, afterall, before Jack started coming around to break into the workshop, Phil had been a janitor.
He grunts, seeing how some gross egg muck was spilt around the sink. Boy, is he glad he's a security guard right now. Otherwise it'd be dealing with this stuff all day again. He's so lucky a certain spirit tried to break in so long ago.
As soon as that was done, and the last eggshell discarded, he starts to frown, hands on his hips.
Frost had been trying to make cookies?
Orange cookies?
He thinks to it, and, really, he can't imagine there to be an actual orange cookie...
Then it catches up with him, ORANGE cookies! Wasn't halloween just a few days ago? Jack must have seen some orange-colored pastries and tried to remake the treat himself!
Phil laughs quietly to himself after realizing it, taking out some clean pans, and turning the oven on low.
Perhaps, if only because he knew Jack would feel horrible about a bad set of cookies, he could make his own batch, instead. After all, lying like that just to make the spirit feel better wasn't too bad, right?
Taking out the milk, he decides, no, it wasn't a bad thing at all.
"No, that is c-h-o-i-r, as in you say it as Q-Y-ER, not CHORE." Qwerty says sternly. After hearing how Jack didn't know how to read many words, the little bookworm had taken up the mantle of teaching the child to atleast say things correctly. Jack didn't mind too much, and the worm seemed to like teaching him things, so it was a win-win. Kinda.
"Oh. Well, what's this one, then?" Jack points to another word.
"Oh. Solemn."
"What does it mean, though?"
The worm scratches at his cheek. "I believe it means something akin to -"
The worm is suddenly tossed off the boy's lap, as the winter child stands abruptly, eyes wide and a surprised gasp coming from his mouth.
"The cookies!"
"The - the what now?!"
The boy seems to blur with how fast he flew out of the library, never hearing the questions, or the grumblings of a tiny worm, who, mind you, was very irritated at such a sudden departure and - the nerve of that boy - a short flight to the floor.
He makes a mental line to his mental lists on what to do with the winter child; Have someone teach the boy some proper manners!
Frowning, he turns to the book, which, thankfully didn't fall to the floor with him, and goes to try his luck at placing it back to it's designated spot next to the lamp.
Phil is already down the hallway, near the exit to the Yeti village by the time Jack even begins his trek.
He slams into the kitchens as if someone had set him on fire; frantic and panicked, only to stop short.
There was the oven, not smoking as he had thought it would be, and there was a wonderful smell.
Turning to the left, he frowns, and drops himself from his hover to the floor, to look at the plate of orange-coloured treats. Next to the plate is a little note, written in Phil's Yetish scrawl;
'Jack, I didn't know you could bake. these were good cookies, you should bake with me sometime so we could share recipes.
-phil'
...What?
He...he made good cookies? He looks across the round bite-sized pieces on the plate owlishly. Plucking one from the bowl, he blows cool air on it and plops it into his mouth.
Holy cow...these were good cookies.
He made good cookies.
Wow.
And - look! They were even orange like Jamie's mother made! The Orange juice and potatos must have worked! Wow!
He takes the plate in hands, and rushes out of the room, laughing, unnoticing to how the kitchens were cleaned, or the emptied trashcan, as the only thing on his mind was; 'i made cookies, North, try them!'
I know hardly shnit about the books so if Qwerty is wrong then you are free to smack him a lil. I cant buy the books so im going off of other fanfictions.