A/n: This is a bit of a silly and simple story I wrote, for a number of reasons. One, I want to write at least one story for every one of my fandoms. PSWG is one of them and I had FLY AWAY stuck in my head. It won't go away! Two, I needed a way to pass some time. And I betcha you can tell who's my favorite character by this, no? Maybe I'll make a more badass and longer PSWG story later... yeah I think I well.

Stocking kicked her legs childishly, staring intently at the laptop in front of her. She settled her head on a pillow, having decided to lay out on her stomach. She used he wireless mouse to scroll down the page, her eyes glued to, and even reflecting, the screen.

"Oh! This one looks good!" She said, clicking feverishly on the link. "Tiger Cake.. but I... I may have to make it myself?" She frowned, having never been know for her cooking skills, or lack thereof. "Hrmmm..." Her eyes glided over the the recipe, taking in the text carefully. She could try to see if she could find it some where for sale. But it didn't look that hard to make...

Soon, Stocking stood in front of the counter in the kitchen, her long hair tied up and out of way. She looked over the list that she had printed out, nodding to herself.

She absently kicked Chuck away when he tried to steal the bag of vanilla sugar she had bought. The sound of him hitting the wall brought a smile to her face, but she soon was occupied by the task at hand.

"200 grams of margarine..." She muttered, and soon began to put everything together, reading out the recipe as she did. Stocking didn't want this to mess up like the last time she cooked. (She still believed it to the ghost's fault but Garaterbelt didn't.)

A little while later, the cake was in the oven to cook, and almost done even by the time the kitchen was cleaned up. Stocking wiped off her hands, feeling proud of herself. It had turned out well, so far. Ha! Now she could do something the Panty couldn't do! And it was useful too.

Speaking of Panty... The blonde walked in then, probably back from the thing she liked most, having sex. Stocking thought that sweets were better but her sister would never understand. Nope.

The timer went off, and Stocking headed over to take the cake out. She couldn't wait to taste it! Panty raised an eyebrow. "Stocking, you actually cooked for once?" The younger sister nodded, not really feeling like talking to Panty. If she did, she'd have to wait longer!

Stocking cut a piece for herself, eating it slowly to savor it. She closed her eyes, but they soon opened, wide in disgust. She spat out the Tiger Cake onto the table. Why had it tasted so bad?

Panty began to laugh. Stocking found herself feeling irritated now. "What's so funny, Panty?" She snapped, looking over.

Her sister held the bag of flour Stocking had used to make the cake with. Its contents spilled out every so often, due to Panty's laughter. "Stocking... This is salt!" She manged to say in between giggles. "You really need to learn to read the labels!"

Stocking froze up completely. Her right eye twitched. She picked up the Tiger Cake, and walked towards the trash. As she dumped the pastry away, Stocking half-hissed one single, angry sentence. "I am never cooking again!"