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3. Cake Woes
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Yuri frowned at the cupboard.
Granted, since he was the one who made most of the meals, he was the one that had to do the groceries. The Au Ra was fine with this, since anytime someone else went to the market they didn't get what he wanted or never returned (K'shan). Plus he was perfectly capable of finding these materials without a price tag, most of the time. Par usually helped him with the gathering bit.
Except when he knows he bought something, but it's missing.
He knows for sure he got flour. He's punctual about everything he gets, even has a list in the drawer of what he's obtained every day. He brings a hand to his jaw thoughtfully, his tail flicking in annoyance. It was almost sunrise and he'd rather be getting his daggers a workout then pondering over lost flour. But it was his flour, damn it. Who needs flour anyway?
He makes his way out of the kitchen, brooding a bit. No one but Par was awake at this hour, and god knows where that bad luck cat was right now. He'd rather not know. But there was no one else suspect of stealing flour of all things- she of all people would take it for a prank maybe.
"Of course." He snaps his fingers, face twisting with displeasure. "That damn cat."
He marches towards the bedrooms, his steps light but lethal on the stairs. He's at the top when a strong scent catches his attention. He blinks, looking over at Jenna's slightly ajar door.
That smells like…
He knocks, only twice. He hears a long suffering sigh, "Good, great, just what I needed."
The door swings open and he blinks at the sight. The Hyur women in front of him crosses her arms, her entire presence radiating fury. Her white hair blended in with the rest of her body which was, the source of the smell, covered in flour.
"Found it." He said blankly.
"Sorry, I guess." She didn't sound sorry, only more frustrated. "Stumbled on one of Par's old traps in the yard. The really obvious one no one took down, because it's obvious. You know?"
He nods slowly, suddenly overcome with the urge to laugh. He scratches the back of his head just below his ponytail. Jenna was starting to look more aggravated by the moment. While it wasn't intimidating, he had the vaguest feeling if he made fun of her now she'd send the black cat on him.
"You need Gil to buy more?" She slaps her forehead with exasperation. "Or, what, maybe something else? I don't know. I'm tired."
"I see." He can't stop the grin now, too amused at the laid back Hyur being riled up. "Breakfast?"
"Pass." The girl coughed, brushing off a cloud of flour from her shoulder. "I'm still cleaning up. Thanks though. Save a plate?"
"Will do." he steps away as the door shuts. He can't stop the chuckle as he hears a crash and swear from inside.