Day 43: In Which They Kitchen Together

"I can't believe you're making me work my ass off for two days in a row just for a goddamn milkshake," Jack grumbled as he tossed another scoop of ice cream inside the blender.

"You'll see that homemade ice cream tastes better than store-bought any day," she stated while scowling at him from his phone's screen.

"You remember I'm not really a home cook, right?" he asked, licking some of the mixture dripping off the side of the cup.

"You should be fine as long as you followed my instructions correctly."

He hummed as he looked through the pantry for his next set of ingredients. "I think I'm gonna add a bit of cayenne to mine. Nothing goes better than heat and cold."

"Whatever you say, Jack..."

Jack rolled his eyes as he sprinkled some pepper on top of the cream. "Sorry if I'm too experimental for you, Miss Boring Peanut Butter And Chocolate."

"If you must know, this is a recipe my sister and I took years to perfect," she stated with a huff.

Elsa had taken a moment to lean her arms against the counter and glare at him, so he decided to do the same. With a smirk on his lips, he said, "Apologies, I didn't mean to insult your otherworldly ice cream creation. So what's next, Oh, Great Master?"

She straightened up and waved at him with her spatula. "Are you done throwing random ingredients into your blender? Or is there another bottle of liquor waiting for you somewhere?"

"Ha, ha. You're hilarious, Elsa." He clicked the lid shut and looked at her. "I'm ready when you are."

Elsa turned her blender on, and he followed. As he watched in wonder the pale mixture turning smooth and homogenous, he heard her saying, "Once everything is mixed, pour it into your glass and cover it with whipped cream. Then, add your toppings. I'm going with crushed nuts."

"Mine is gonna be pretzels and M&Ms." Jack focused on constructing his concoction, his photographer's eyes paying far too much attention to aesthetics for a simple afternoon dessert.

"I think I'm done. You?"

He nodded, picking his glass up and showing it to the camera. "Cheers!"

He slurped down a third of the beverage in one go, and he had to admit, even with his subpar kitchen skills, he could see that Elsa was onto something when she claimed homemade stuff was better. The ice cream was lighter, creamier, and the cayenne gave it just the right amount of kick to make him wanna fill a bathtub with the mixture and let his body sink in it.

Jack licked his lips with a loud moan. "I don't know about you, but my milkshake is bringing all the boys to the yard."

"We're quarantined. Your milkshake should be staying isolated inside your nice little apartment, Jack."

He couldn't help but scowl at her.

"... You are such a killjoy, Elsa."


Prompt by vnfirwg: Elsa teaching Jack how to cook.