Day 21: Cooking/Baking
Jim was always happy to help his mom with her chores at the Benbow, especially when it came to help her bake. In fact, after a week of gruelling classes and training at the Academy, the prospect of labouring over a bunch of doughy goodness was a welcome one. So the morning after he arrived, his mom surprised him with a pile of cookie dough for him to knead. It was a large batch, so it might take a while, but Jim was happy with the task.
Jim rolled up his sleeves, floured the counter and rolled out the dough. His mind relaxed as he settled into the familiar motions of roll, pound, fold and repeat. Roll, pound, fold and repeat. The smells of flour and spices filled his nose and brought back memories of when he first learned to make these cookies. Roll, pound, fold and repeat. He remembered throwing flour in the air until both his and his mom's hair turned white. Then they'd started a flour fight, and within minutes the kitchen was covered in the stuff. Roll, pound, fold and repeat. Yeah, those had been some good times. Roll, pound, fold and-
"Hi there."
Jim jumped and snapped to attention. He turned. Kate had entered the kitchen and was smirking at him, that confident, sassy, cat-like smirk, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.
"Kate! What're you doing here?" Jim asked, his happiness at seeing her evident by his tone.
Her eyebrow quirked up higher, and Jim was about to say something else before Kate's grin widened a few centimetres. She snickered.
"What?"
She snickered again and pointed to his cheek.
"You've got flour on your face." she said.
Jim instinctively reached up to brush it away, only to leave a bigger trail of white dust with his flour-covered fingers. Kate stifled a giggle, earning a devious smirk from the boy. He smudged her cheek in flour, leaving a white mark from her ear to her nose. She glared at him, grabbed a handful of flour and dumped it in his hair!
"Oh, that's it!"
And thus a flour-fight ensued.