Okay, sorry for the long wait. I'm not happy with this chapter, cuz I wanted it to be more funny, but decided that I needed to hurry up and update it. Enjoy!
Back inside Wamma's small kitchen, he and Sara had laid out all the ingredients needed for the recipe.
"Alright first we put two cups of flour, three eggs, two cups of mink, three table spoons of sugar, and a stick of butter into the bowl." she read out loud as she looked at the recipe.
Wamma looked confused, he had no idea what half of the things she said are.
"Umm, Sara what's butter?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
" (Sigh), It's a dairy product that's made by churning cream or milk. Here this is butter." she explained, holding up the stick of butter, wrapped in paper.
Taking the stick of butter from her, Wamma unwrapped it to get a better look at it, then smells it.
"It smells funny," he commented " and what's milk?" he asked.
Sara face-palmed. "Of course he wouldn't know what milk is; Danians don't have any, only the Overworlders and Underworlders do." she thought.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down. " I will Not loss this bet no matter what."
"Look, Sara, I know you are trying, but I just don't know how to bake or what half these things are. And why do you want to teach my so badly?" Wamma asked.
"Because I'm trying to be a good friend and you Will learn how to bake cinnamon rolls if it kills you!" she yelled so load that the walls were shaken. Wamma had hidden himself under the table, trembling.
"Okay, Sarah! I'll do whatever you say, just please don't hurt me." he begged. Sara calmed down when she saw that Wamma was starting to cry.
"I'm sorry, Wamma. Please get up, I promise that I'll not yell again." she said nicely. Wamma didn't budge.
"Great, only ten minutes into this bet and I scared Wamma so much that he hide himself under the table." she thought then slipped her forehead.
Payton and Zhade weren't doing much better. Payton thought it would be easy teaching Zhade, which it was, but there was a problem.
"What do you mean, you have no Milk?!" Payton shouted.
"We, adult Mipedians don't drink milk." Zhade stated.
"But then why do your females have breasts?" Payton asked.
"I said adult Mipedians. When we are infants we do breastfeed, but not for long. After we are grown up, we can't digest milk anymore." Zhade explained. "I would tell you to go home and bring some milk back here, but the desert heat may ruin it before we get to use it."
Sighing, Payton thought about what to do, while rubbing his chain.
"Okay, I think we could use a different recipe that has water instead of milk. I just need to look on Google." he said.
Zhade made a noise and had a face like that plan may not work.
"What is it?" Payton asked.
"Well, first what is Google and second, how much water would we need?" Zhade asked.
"Google is like a, um well I don't know how to describe it. It's kind of like a tool that you use to search for things and other things. As for how much water we need, I'm not sure. Maybe half a bucket." Payton said. A bucket is the Perim measurement for twenty-eight ounces.
"Sorry, but I don't have that much water. There is a shortage of water at the moment and I can't get anymore for another three days. You know you really should have brought all the ingredients instead of exhuming I had them. "
"I know." Payton grumbled. "Okay, I'll just port back to Chaotic real quick and get everything." Taking out his scanner, he first looked at the time and saw that he only had an hour and a half, before the bet was over. "I better hurry, see you soon, Zhade." He said, then ported away to Chaotic.
At Chaotic, Payton just transported there and saw a large group of players gathered around a few feet away. They were shouting, but he couldn't tell what they were saying. He wondered what they were doing, but he didn't have time to waste, so quickly went to get everything he needed.
At where the large crowed of players were at, Tom and Kaz were in the middle as they took bets on who would win the Cinnamon roll bet.
"I say, Sarah is going to Win!" Some random person yelled out in the crowed.
"No way, Payton will totally beat her!" Another person shouted.
While everyone was yelling about who would win, Tom and Kaz were wearing large smiles as they took the money, names and the bets.
"You think they will be mad at us?" Kaz asked.
"They might, but I think once they see the money, they'll cool down." Tom said, shrugging.
"What if they want all the money we make?" Kaz asked.
"That's why we lie about how much we made." Tom said, with a sly look to his eyes.