A Recipe for Chocolate Fudge Brownies
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To make Rei Kon's delicious chocolate fudge brownies, you will need...
225 grams caster sugar
2 eggs
100 grams butter
3 tablespoons cocoa powder
100 grams self-raising flour
For the icing:
50 grams butter
1 tablespoon milk
100 grams icing sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa powder
An oven preheated to 180 celsius (350 fahrenheit)
1 uber-sexy assistant
Beat the eggs and caster sugar together in a bowl until light and fluffy.
Meanwhile, have your assistant melt the butter and cocoa powder together in a small pot, until they combine.
Restrain your assistant from murdering your food-obsessed friend, who will inevitably come running into the kitchen at the smell of cooking and try to stick his fingers in the pot. Chase said friend out of the kitchen, using threats as required. Hitting him with a wooden spoon is optional.
Next, add the cocoa mix to the bowl containing the eggs and sugar, and fold in the flour, forming a smooth mixture. Eye the chocolate smudge at the corner of your assistant's mouth suspiciously; obviously he feels the rules don't apply to him.
Put the brownie mixture into a shallow cake tin, and level off the top. Place in a preheated oven, then take a minute to reflect...
It's times like this that he finds most challenging, I think, when it's just the two of us together, doing ordinary things. In public and around the rest of the team, he knows how to behave; he acts much the same as he always has - albeit a bit less aloof than formerly. But when we're alone he tries so hard to be less guarded, more like he thinks I want him to be. And I know it's not because he's so incredibly at ease with me that he feels he can open up completely, because he's not. Our relationship is brand shiny new, just out of its wrapping, and neither of us is comfortable - which is what makes it so much fun. He's making a conscious effort to be approachable and open with me, because he knows that I want to know him, that I want him to let me in. So he does his best to please me, and though he doesn't always succeed, I appreciate just what that effort means.
...and when you've done that, spend the next forty four minutes entertaining yourself (not like that, you hentai!) while ignoring the crashes from the living room that probably indicate that your other three friends are demolishing the house.
Remove the tin from the oven - burning your finger in the process - and leave to cool. Give puppy eyes in the hope your assistant will kiss your injury better, then give White Tiger Glare of Death (TM) when he tells you to stop being a baby.
To make the icing, beat butter, milk, icing sugar and cocoa powder together until they form a smooth mixture. Taste. Taste again. Smear some on your assistant's bottom lip and taste yet again. Spread icing over brownies and leave to set, fending off ravening teammates until it does.
Cut brownies into squares, and watch with resignation as your hard work is devoured in a matter of minutes by said teammates.
Grab your assistant and run off, leaving your gluttonous friends to clean up the mess.
Find a quiet spot, jump into your assistant's lap, and kiss. Repeat as required.
Enjoy!