A/N: This fic won't take long… (Shrugs) Certainly doesn't take long to write.

-O-

"Whoa! Stupid oven."

Ansem was leaning away from the stove, which he'd just turned on. The sudden clicking and appearance of flames had startled him. He very rarely ever cooked. He'd pulled his waist-length hair back into a braid, and was quite relieved he'd thought of this.

Sephiroth was watching from the doorway, still chewing on the paperclip. He grinned as he watched Ansem's braid swinging back and forth. He shook his head, cottoning on to what Ansem was planning immediately.

"Won't be that easy, Ansem…" he muttered. He smiled, shook his head, and turned away, long hair rippling as he moved. He paused next to a pad of sticky notes and scribbled something before walking away.

-Half an hour later-

"Done!" Ansem said with a sigh of relief. He wiped flour from his forehead and sank down in a chair. "How does Sephiroth enjoy this?" he muttered to himself. He glanced up at the timer. "Okay, just another fifteen minutes, then…"

Ansem looked around. He hadn't seen Sephiroth for the past half hour or so. He narrowed his eyes.

-Fifteen minutes later-

"Hey Seph! Crescent rolls!" Ansem called, setting the tray down on the table. "Seph?" He frowned. Sephiroth could never resist crescent rolls. Then he spied a sticky note stuck to the wall.

'Ansem—Gone out. Be back in an hour.'

"…Nuts."

-End bit two-

A/N: (Shakes head) Don't even ask about the crescent rolls. I was really having trouble coming up with something. Oh yeah, as for the oven thing… that scares me too. I always make my mom make ramen for me because I'm so twitchy I jump about a foot when I hafta turn the oven on. (Sighs)