Masterchef
Fandom: Wolfblood
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance, Humor
Pairing: Maddy/Rhydian
Word count: 430
Summary: [Based on a Tumblr Prompt] Maddy sends Rhydian to cooking class. Cue a kitchen mishap. Maddy/Rhydian ONESHOT.
AN: Rhydian is exactly like me - I cannot cook to save my life. I can only push buttons on the microwave (it has a specific button for pizza and pasta, so I'm sorted for life).
DISCLAIMER. I do not own Wolfblood.
Prompt from Tumblr: Imagine Person A of your OTP is a fantastic cook - they can do everything right and make great food all the time, while Person B usually sets towels on fire when they try. A suggests that B enrols in a cooking class, and does it with them so B doesn't feel so bad. A ends up eating bits and pieces of the foods they mess up to prove that it's still edible and they're learning.
"Now...the sugar's this one, right?"
"Nearly." Maddy tries not to roll her eyes. She is experienced in this area, after all; Rhydian is not. "That's salt."
"Oh. Well, half right, then." Rhydian reaches for the tub of sugar.
"That's what you said about the last one." Maddy nods to the discarded bowl of salty cake mix, sitting a few metres away from them.
"I bet it still tastes nice."
"Salted cake mix?"
"Mmhm. I bet it's like salted popcorn, just, you know, in dough form."
"I wouldn't trust your judgement, Rhydian. You're hardly likely to win Masterchef any time soon."
"I could!" Rhydian protests, spooning two teaspoons of sugar into the new batter mix. "I've been getting better since you made me go to these classes. My salted cakes could be the next big thing. I'll be the next big name in cooking, like that Mary Berry - I'll just have less grey hair and more charisma."
Maddy does roll her eyes this time. Rhydian? The next big name in cooking? No. Only if burning tea towels became an intricate part of the whole cooking business. One too many times Maddy has come home to find the kitchen nearly up in flames - all because Rhydian wanted a slice of toast. She's tried teaching him to cook at least five times before, and each one has ended in a food fight (two of which she definetly didn't start, of course). It was Shannon, in the end, who had suggested cooking classes as the solution. Maddy would have to thank her for that later.
"Trust me," Rhydian is insisting. "Masterchef won't know what's hit them. Try my delicious cake mix, and you'll see." Uncertainly, Maddy picks off a piece of the salted cake mix and chews it experimentally. She forces it down her throat, trying not to screw up her face. Or be sick.
"Well?" Rhydian looks at her hopefully.
"Mmhm." She nods, giving him a thumbs up, not trusting her voice. Rhydian's salt cake may be hideous, but at least it's edible, unlike some of his creations in the first early weeks of cooking class. That's improvement in itself.
"I could definitely win Masterchef," Rhydian says, stabbing his podgy cake batter with a wooden spoon. "On looks alone."
Maddy raises an eyebrow. "Being a little vain, aren't we?"
"Admit it, Mads. It's not like you don't agree." He grins at her. She can't argue with this one. Instead, she shoves him playfully, spots of red dancing across her cheeks.
"Just shut up and get back to your stupid cooking, Masterchef."