Magenta stood alone in the kitchen, a heavy mixing bowl in her arms and a wooden spoon in her hands. Frank, for some reason or another, had suddenly demanded that she bake him some cake, and so here she was neglecting her much more important duties to fulfill the demands of a spoilt prince. Grumbling over her aching arm, Magenta looked up to see her brother stood in the door way.
"What are you doing?" He asked softly.
"The master requires cake," Magenta huffed.
Riff Raff smiled. "I do wonder what sparks these ridiculous requests of his," He said.
"One can only imagine," Magenta smiled back, "Want to try some?"
She set the bowl upon the scrubbed pine table and dipped her finger in to the mixture. She offered her brother to gooey blob resting on her finger. Riff Raff came over to her and picked up Magenta's hand, pulling it closer to his lips so that he could lick off the mixture. Magenta smiled at him.
"Delicious," Riff Raff said finally.
Magenta wiped her hand on her apron and turned back around to find a cake tin.
"Hey, Magenta," Riff Raff called.
"Yes?" Magenta turned just in time to catch a cloud of flour in her face.
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