Rating: G
Characters: Mokuba Kaiba, Seto Kaiba
Warnings: Cooking Kaiba's :O
Disclaimer: I own not, no owning here.
Summary: Mokuba thinks Seto should learn to cook. Seto doesn't have much of a say in the matter, but that's ok.
Companion picture DeviantArt : pkmnroxmysox
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Mokuba looks up from the stove when he hears his nisama's sharp steps against the kitchen's tile floor.
"Alright, I'm finished, what are we doing?"
Mokuba slips a long white apron over his head and ties it around his waist, like he's seen those chefs on TV do hundreds of times. Nisama gives him that look -- he's out of his element here, as Mokuba very well knows.
"We're making Chocolate Mousse." He hands Seto a smaller apron to go about his waist. "Put this on," Mokuba dutifully ignores the hardly concealed joy in his nisama's expression at the piece of protective clothing.
"It's like fluffy pudding," Mokuba elaborates, "Only ten times better, and it's easy!" He grabs Seto's arm and pulls him in front of the stove, turning on the burner.
"Here you go," he gives Seto a spatula, "Stir the chocolate…be careful not to burn it, ok?"
Resigned to his fate, Seto merely gives a nod of confirmation, before watching his brother bounce off to the refrigerator.
Some time later:
"Now, we have to do this carefully or it won't work," Mokuba has the cream whipped and ready to fold into the chocolate.
Seto hesitantly scoops half the whipped cream into the bowl of chocolate. Watches as Mokuba takes over, gently cutting through the fluffy mixture with his spatula, and folding it over on itself. He turns the bowl and continues the repetitive motion of cut and fold. Seto watches as the white and dark brown ribbons meld into a more uniformly brown color.
"The guy on TV said it was ok if there were some white streaks left, it will still taste good," Mokuba was saying, "We can eat it like this, but I think it's better to let it set in the refrigerator for awhile."
Seto carries their used dishes to the sink as Mokuba puts the bowl into the refrigerator. A small smile forms on his lips as he places the dishes into the soapy water. He rarely gets to see his brother enjoying himself first hand. "What should we do while we wait?"
Mokuba's response is muffled as he brings the apron up over his head, "We could go watch a movie or something," he offers, hanging up his apron, "It's been awhile since we've done that."
Seto nods, content simile still present on his features, "That sounds great."
AN: Another small one, first published my LiveJournal. This was written a while ago. I have no excuse other than that I love the art of cooking and I love the Kaiba brothers, haha.
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