V had already completed half of the recipe before Evey's entrance, but was more than willing to teach her the rest. By the time the dough was finished he had given her an entire lectures worth of knowledge involving the history and culture of the American South. Something that delighted her, though mostly because of his passion for sharing the knowledge rather than the actual facts themselves. Just to see him get excited over something was a rare occasion. The poor man seemed so eager for company, something she was certainly beginning to understand now that she had been allowed to experience life underground.
Spreading the dough out on top of a good bit of flour, and holding up the round cutter he had located earlier, V turned to Evey.
"What the hell is that?" she raised a brow.
V cleared his throat, cocking his head at her poor choice of wording, "this," he said, indicating the cutter, "Is what we will use to shape the dough."
"Oh, I thought that it was some sort of torturing device you forgot to put away earlier," she said, smiling as she elbowed him in the ribs, "…wouldn't surprise me, you know, with your history."
"Ah, not quite, I prefer scooping my victims eyes out with a spoon. Simplicity is key, you know."
She giggled, "god I'm never going to want to use a spoon again. Now how am I supposed to eat."
"Says the woman whom I caught eating dinner with her hands just two weeks ago, do not think that your preference for the medieval style of dining has gone unmarked! Would you pass me that pan over there."
V received yet another well earned jab in the ribcage as he set about shaping the miniature cakes. A while later they finally had all of the dough cut out and V placed the first batch in the oven, gingerly setting the timer before leaving the appliance to it's duties. Evey, who was just beginning an attempt to clean up their mess, turned to look at him as he did so. Yet another bout of soft giggling soon made it's way out of the woman's small frame, and V was left once again to ponder hearing such a rare sounds in his home.
"Evey, what on earth…" he queried, cocking his head in curiosity.
Evey lifted a hand off of her mouth, "You have a giant hand print on your back! How did that happen?"
"Do I? Well I seem to recall a certain young lady assaulting me earlier when I reminded her that the milk was in the refrigerator and not the cabinet."
"Oh you….haha, it looks so silly! Here, let me get it off" She reached up to wipe the top left quadrant of his back with one hand while grabbing the dish cloth on the counter with the other. Unfortunately, in the periphery of her vision, Evey did not quite realize that the jar of flour that had previously been set aside for the purpose of rolling the dough was placed on top of the cloth. V heard a scraping noise, and was just about to turn around when a loud yip came out of the woman beside him.
Good lord, he hadn't even realized that she could even reach that note with her voice. The following "thud" and "poof" only confirmed his suspicions.
…The tub of flour had toppled over.
Evey, of course, could not help but to immediately burst out laughing.
A minute or so went by, Evey clutching at her stomach in an attempt to quell her giggles while V simply stared at her, not knowing quite how to react to her sudden outburst. The mess, good lord!
"Oh god, oh god I can't stop laughing." Evey said, gasping for air.
"Evey, honestly…"
"V look at yourself! You look like a cow! Ahahaha. Well…maybe not a cow but something black and white with speckles! Ahaha. Oh god I can't stop. Help! Ahahahaha."
She drew and arm out towards him pressing it against his chest in an attempt to maintain her balance. This, however only seem to cause her fit of giggling to worsen.
Well there it was, Miss Hammond had finally cracked. V knew it was only a matter of time before boredom took his lady to the edge of sanity. Truly, that she had lasted this long was impressive.
He couldn't help but to join in with his own bell-like chuckle which was not so much directed at his own predicament as it was to Evey's. Her hair had fallen out of it's ties and was slowly making it's way out in tangles around her face, her hands and arms were covered in chalky white powder and her face littered with tiny white dots, and all of it was billowing off in a cloud around her as she tried to tame her fit of laughter. It really was quite the sight, a side of her he knew that few ever had the privilege to witness.
A glass of water was offered, which Evey took gratefully. She began to calm down as she drank it, though nearly chocked at first. Finally able to open her eyes again, she looked up to survey the mess and V, her eyes were glittering with mirth
"Sorry V I just…that was really funny. I didn't mean to get flour all over you."
He inspected his doublet, only half joking with his next statement, "Oh, I have been doused in worse, I can assure you. Easily mended with a change. You, however, are going to need a shower my dear."
"Well, I suppose…" she said, finally taking the time to survey the damage on her own body.
"Go get ready, I'll get the kitchen cleaned and the table set. We'll have a formal dinner, shall we?" V said, grabbing a cloth from the oven's handle.
"Alright." Evey nodded and turned to leave, she paused, however, glancing back at him with a sardonic expression.
"…is that supposed to be your way of asking me out on a date?"
V chuckled, "not quite, Madame , I am simply trying to entertain my most honored guest."
"V, I'm you only guest. Not buying that." she said drawing a pointed finger into the air as she made her way down the corridor towards her room "Not one bit!"
"If only you knew Evey," V whispered as he watched her leave, smiling at her cheeriness, "if only you knew."