Yes, this is another Spenser/Solana. Sorry. Guilty as charged. xD However, I promise that the next one will be totally different. Okay. Enjoy!
Characters: Spenser, Solana
Shippings: LazyPervert
Summary: When you mixed Solana's perfectionism with her less-than-adequate cooking skills, nothing good could come out of it.
Cake
Spenser was starting to get nervous.
There were strange noises coming from the kitchen area of the ranger base. Every time he tried to poke his head in, Solana had screeched at him to get out. He would've just left it, but the memory of the last time Solana had been alone in the kitchen was still fresh in his mind. She somehow managed to melt the spatula. Spenser had been scraping spatula guts off the counter for the next two weeks.
He was currently pacing outside the kitchen, unsure as to what his plan of action should be. Lunick was out, having taken Aria out to a picnic on the beach of Summerland. First date. It was Lunick's birthday, which was also why Spenser suspected that Solana was freaking out. Solana was very much a perfectionist at pretty much everything. And when you mixed Solana's perfectionism with her less-than-adequate cooking skills, nothing good could come out of it.
There was a long string of curses from the kitchen, the bang of something heavy being thrown, and then silence. Spenser made for the door, having had enough of the pacing outside. Besides, what if Solana really had managed to hurt herself? There were too many dangerous things in the kitchen for Spenser's liking.
"Solana!" Spenser yelled as he barged into the kitchen. There was a certain amount of alarm in his voice that he didn't attempt to hide. He found Solana sitting dejectedly on the floor with her back to the counter, covered in what looked white goop. The kitchen was similarly covered with the white substance and there were kitchen utensils and ingredients everywhere. Spenser couldn't even tell what Solana had been making, but the whole kitchen was torn apart.
"Hey, Spense," she smiled half-heartedly, not meeting his eyes.
"Is the new spatula safe, at least?" He retorted with a grin, trying to get some kind of reaction from her.
Solana made a face at him, sighing. "Yeah, butthead. I left it in the draw over there. I didn't need it for what I was… well… attempting to make."
Spenser sat down next to her, stretching out his legs. "So… can I assume that what you are covered in is frosting?"
"Yes," Solana tried to clean some of it from her bangs, but it wasn't working very well. "I tried to use the electronic mixer and it sent frosting everywhere. I was making it for Lunick's birthday cake. Which is non-existent."
"And… what did you throw?" Spenser asked, wincing.
"It was more of a light toss… you know… as opposed to a throw," Solana explained, meeting Spenser's eyes tentatively.
"Solana."
"Yeah."
"What… did… you throw?"
Solana scrunched up her face. "Er… the toaster."
"What were you using the toaster for?" Spenser asked incredulously, looking around to see said item lying on the floor a few feet away, bent and battered.
"Nothing," Solana answered, fidgeting. "It was just handily in my arm range."
Spenser sighed, looking around the kitchen from his spot on the ground. "What am I going to do with you, Solana?"
She rested her head on his shoulder, a hopeful tinge to her next few words. "Help me?"
Spenser paused, letting the words sink in. "Wait, what? Could you repeat that?"
Solana rolled her eyes. "Will you help me?"
"Just wanted to make sure I heard that right," he answered, grinning. "Let's face it, you'd break your mother's leg before you ask for help. Usually."
"Sometimes."
"Usually."
"Just help me, Spense."
"Okay."
Spenser got up first, reaching out a hand for Solana. She took it, her face inches from his when they were both standing. There was a moment where Spenser found he could barely catch his breath, so close to her frosting-splattered face. She had an effect on him like no one else. He had teased her, but he hadn't thought twice about helping her. There are just things you do for the person you're falling for. No matter how ridiculously horrible they are in the kitchen.
"So, what do I do first?"
He put a hand over her hair, pushing aside her bangs so that he could wipe a streak of frosting off her forehead. "First, you'd better get cleaned up. Then, we'll bake Lunick his cake."
She grinned at him and he realized how much he loved her smile. "Be right back."
