As Gil was in his depressed corner, worrying like hell about his friends' horrifying scheme, Sharon was busy almost setting the Rainsworth mansion on fire. Through all the shuffling and clinking of pots, it was hard for Cheryl not to walk – erm, wheel – over to the kitchen in curiosity.
"Oh, okay, so three table spoons," Sharon got out a spoon as if to confirm its presence upon the kitchen utensils, "and then a ½ cup of milk. . ." Sharon scrambled about the pantry for a snack, for all the food in front of her was making her quite hungry. It was then that she ran into her grandmother, who was watching her in the doorway for – how long was she there?
Her heart jumped, "Oh, hello, grandmother! My apologies, you had frightened me." Sharon faked a sweet smile to her dear old grandmother and bowed her head politely.
"Why, Sharon, it is so unlike you to take up such an obscure hobby. I hope someone isn't putting you up to this!" Cheryl said in a slightly austere tone. Sharon shook her head. And, as her grandmother continued to lecture her about 'being her own person', her eyes wandered to the side of her cheek, where she found a slight smear of raw cupcake batter. In the spur of the moment, her tongue reached to the right side of her face. She remained that way, struggling to reach her ½ inch sized tongue 5 more inches to the side of her youthful face, for a few moments until her grandmother scolded her, making her jump and wipe the batter off with the back of her hand. "Stop acting so peculiar, Sharon! What has gotten into you today?"
"Nothing, grandmother, please do not worry about me." She bowed her head slightly, "Once I clean all this disgusting paste off of me, I promise you I will let Break escort me to town." Cheryl laughed and Sharon stated, "Honestly, if I knew cakes were made of this disgusting stuff I would have never eaten them – ever!" Cheryl laughed some more, then claimed she was off to bother the Barma household. When she heard the front door open and close down the hall, she scurried back to the oven, awaiting for her bread the rise so she could replace it with the brownie mix sitting placidly on the marble counter.
"I'm going out to Pandora for a little while, ojou-chan. In the meanwhile, please don't try to die." Break startled her and she jumped a little inside.
"Break you idiot, don't scare me like that!" she threatened him by waving her wooden spoon at him, "I most certainly will not die, thank you very much! I have this whole thing under control."
"Okay, whatever you say, milady. But if you burn the house down, your mother won't be of much help; she'll be buried with the house." Break joked. Sharon was about to hit him when pots that were clumsily balancing on hooks above them toppled down on a lovely cup of hot tea, splattering tea and glass bits everywhere. "Yes, you completely have this under control." Break said sarcastically. Sharon ignored his teasing.
"Mmhm, well, goodbye, Xerx-nii!" she rushed him off on his merry way. When he left she slumped against the wall, silently hoping Oz and Alice would lose that stupid bet of theirs.
The smoke alarm went haywire and she ran in time to see her bread burning. She was surprised she even knew how to make tea properly. Leaving the burnt bread out by the garden for birds to come, thinking of how frazzled Gil looked the previous afternoon, suppressing a giggle.
A/N: HI EVERYONE! Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, and yes I know it may be slightly confusing (or very confusing, I don't know) but I made this in, like . . . 30 minutes. SO DO NOT JUDGE ME!
