10 Minutes later
"Okay, I'm pretty positive that's the last of the eggshell bits." Gunn said, stirring the bowl making sure.
"Alright then, it's time to pour in the chocolate." Angel grabbed the mug from the counter and went to dump it in.
"Uh, Angel? Nothing's happening." Gunn said staring at the mug.
"Uh, you're right, the chocolate's all hardened..." Gunn grimaced.
"Alright, I'll just put it in the microwave, again." Gunn said, reaching for the mug, but Angel backed away from him, holding the mug tightly.
"No, I'll do it, you burnt the last chocolate, and there isn't enough left in the box to do more." Angel walked over to the microwave, slid the mug in and started up the microwave as Gunn started putting back the ingredients they had already used.
"Gah, no! It's burning again!" Angel yelled, hitting the stop button.
"Oh, now you really blew it!" Gunn said, leaving the cabinet and going over to the microwave.
"We only have 2 ounces left, and we need 3." Angel said in dismay, looking down at the burning ooze of chocolate in the mug. As he said that, another cabinet opened and a fresh package of unsweetened chocolate came out of it. Gunn breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, um, Dennis." Angel said a bit nervously. Pencils flew out of the open drawer to form 'HA' in the air, and then flew back in.Gunn quickly went to melting the chocolate on the radiator again. A few minutes later, they successfully poured the chocolate into the bowl. Gunn reached in a finger and pulled out a lump of dough.
"Hey, you can't do that. It's against the unwritten rules of cooking!" Angel said glaring at Gunn.
"What do you mean? You're always supposed to taste the dough to make sure that it's being made correctly." Gunn said deffensively.
"My mother never tasted her food until it was on the table." Angel said crossing his arms.
"Well, your mother died 200 years ago, I think cooking has changed a bit since then"
"It's also unsanitary"
"You're just saying because you can't taste it"
'Crash'
Both of them stared at the sugar bag that had just fallen out of the open cabinet and into the cookie dough.
"Oh, no." Gunn said as he took the bag out of the bowl and looked at the big heap that was still in there.
"Well, just, try to scoop some of it back out." Angel suggested. Angel did so, and only about 1 cup of extra sugar remained.
"Um, well, that much left in there can't effect the cookies too much, can it?" Ange asked as he started up the mixer.
"I sure hope not." Gunn muttered as he went back over to the cookbook to read the next step in the directions.
"Alright, it now says to pour in as much of the flour as we can fit in the bowl and then stir in the rest..." Gunn said unsure because it seemed strange to him.
"Right, you do that..." Angel said, going into the bathroom to wash his hands of the sugar he had previously scooped out of the bowl. Angel came back out to find Gunn dumping an entire 5 pound bag of flour into the bowl.
"What do you think you're doing!" Angel asked after recovering from a quick dose of shock and running over to grab the bag out of Gunn's hand.
"It says to use all of the remaining flour"
"Out of the 1 and 1/4 cup that you're supposed to use"
"Oh..." Gunn said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, if you aren't sure about something, could you at least ask first before going and doing something stupid"
"Oh, right, who am I supposed to ask? The vampire that's never cooked anything before in his almost 300 years of existence? Or perhaps the phantom who can't talk, it's not like he could give me wrong directions. Or maybe Illyria, who knows nothing about food, let alone cooking it"
"Fine, go and pout if you want to." Angel said as he scooped some of the flour back in. Angel then started up the mixer and hoped that too much sugar and flour wouldn't be too bad for the recipe.
"Alright Angel, you go get a pan ready, and some racks out for the cookies, I'll stay here with the dough"
"I'm not leaving you alone with the dough again"
"Oh, come on. The dough can't get any worse, and it's not like I have to add any more stuff to it." Angel left Gunn to the dough reluctantly and started pulling out a tray. Gunn picked up the spoon to scrape the bowl and in doing so noticed an unmelted chunk of chocolate stuck on his spoon, He glanced over at Angel and then back at the chocolate.
"Oh... One little piece can't effect the dough too much." He muttered and stuffed it deeply into the dough.
"Okay, Tray's out... Where are the..." Angel was cut off by two metal racks coming out of the bottom cabinet and landing by the stove. Gunn slowly edged away from the knife drawer again and walked towards the stove. Angel put the cookie's onto the pan
"I'm gonna go clean up, You can put them in the oven." He started to wash the dish's when, from the stove, 'SLAM, CLANK, THUD, SPLAT'. Angel whipped around to find Gunn beating the cookie dough with a wooden spoon. He stared for a moment and then recovered.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He stared bug eyed at Gunn who continued to beat the dough.
"Flattening the cookies!" He said, each word emphasized by a slam. Angel gave up and turned around to finish washing the dish's.
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