Weiss Schnee was always a person that had a preferred way of doing things.
These 'things' could range from a certain battle formation, all the way down to the way someone folds their own laundry. There was never any room for error with her, and she would give you absolute hell if you did things in a fashion that she did not approve of.
Blake Belladonna was always a classy girl, never expending more energy than she needed for activities, resulting in a rather controlled, habitual completion ratio.
But, Blake did enjoy the pastime of teasing Weiss, and today would be no different.
The pair was in the kitchen, on the first level of Weiss' mansion. Dawn had long since come, and breakfast was to be consumed in a timely manner if they wanted to be on time for the plans they'd made with Yang and Ruby.
Weiss had made herself a nice waffle, complete with peanut butter and syrup, a combination that doesn't quite sit well with Blake.
And Blake, well…
Weiss looked up from her plate, noticing a strange movement pattern coming from the girl, "What are you doing?"
Blake had prepared a small bowl on the counter, along with a carton of milk and a box of cereal.
Now, normally, and according to most culinary statutes, the dry goes before the wet. However, on this morning, Miss Belladonna was willing to try her luck.
Blake readied the carton of milk over the bowl, garnering a response from Weiss, "Blake, you're holding the milk."
Blake peered at her girlfriend, tipping the carton ever so slightly.
With a gasp, Weiss warns, "Hoe, don't do it."
The universe has cracked open once Blake poured the milk, quite insistently, before the cereal.
"Oh my god," the exasperated heiress remarks.