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Disclaimer: No, I do not own Twilight. Not even a piece of wafer.
Chapter 13 – Yes, 13 Is A Bad Luck Number
I never knew the true meaning of "fast" until I "see" how Jasper and Emmett worked in the kitchen.
To my weak human eyes I could decipher almost nothing but a blur of movement. But I could hear, and there was never so big a mess ever created. Emmett had to buy three more electronic mixers in order to make a wafer mix, and in the end he just throw all the machine away and use his vampire speed to stir up the ingredients. It was successful, but not before he broke two other of Esme's mixing bowls. He had burned his first piece of wafer and let the other go undercooked. There was a lot of swearing accompanying his wafer-making process. Carlisle kept stifling his laughter and Edward looked he might spontaneously combust if he doesn't laugh out loud.
Jasper, on the other hand, seemed to be encourage by my apparent delight in his sushi, he cooked like a professional. Jasper had this single-minded determination as he worked, doing everything so swift and precise that I had totally missed everything until his wafers were cooked.
"… ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two…one! Time's up. Dropped everything you have in your hands, freeze!" said Edward.
Emmett literally froze. He dropped the big porcelain spoon he was holding into the sink with a big clank. I think he had broke all the porcelains in the house. We heard something cracked. He cursed again. Jasper, on the other hand, put down the syrup bottle gently after he signed his name on the wafer with a flourish.
The Emmett side of kitchen looked like a hurricane had passed through the land of flour, eggs and butter. He had flour all down his shirt, and chocolate syrup was splatted over Esme's spotless white wall like art. His golden eyes wild.
The Jasper side of the kitchen was messy, but tolerable. He only broke a stirrer and cracked an egg the wrong way: by holding the entire egg in his palm and crushed it. The eggshells were crushed to dust. It looked spotless next to Emmett's kitchen.
"Present your wafers," I said.
Jasper took up his perfect plate of wafer with strawberry ice-cream and real strawberries topped with whipped cream and marked with caramel syrup and almond flakes and placed it on the table. Emmett's plate wasn't that bad: the wafers were not burned, and he had chocolate ice-cream and syrup. It was really good for Emmett already.
Both dishes actually looked edible, and quite appealing, too.
"Jasper, before Bella start tasting, I would like to give this to you,"
With the word this, he threw a piece of wafer with ice-cream to Jasper face.
The wafer ice-cream hit Jasper's face square on the nose. We watched as the wafer dropped to the floor and the ice-cream slid slowly down from Jasper perfect nose. Jasper stared at Emmett like he imagined Emmett was already a piece of dead meat, before grabbing two eggs with vampire speed and hurled it to Emmett's face.
"That's it, sucker!" Emmett yelled.
If you never fought in a food fight, I recommended you not to try it with vampires.
The kitchen was just about overturned with food. Emmett threw everything at Jasper that's within his reach: eggs, flour, butter, syrup, salmon, mustard, tomatoes, the silver spoon and a bowl. Jasper growled and hurled a toaster to Emmett, which blasted apart when it made contact with Emmett's stone chest. Emmett got so angry he took up the oven and hurled it at Jasper.
"Stop it! STOP IT!" Carlisle yelled. "You both are grounded for eternity! STOP IT THIS INSTANCE!"
Like miracle, they stopped.
But it wasn't Carlisle's threat that stopped the food fight. Carlisle was looking as if he was about to drag to Hell; Edward looked like he had peed in his pants; Jasper saw the direction they're looking, he turned, and froze; Emmett noticed the sudden quietness of everyone, he frowned and started to say,
"What the hell…"
He turned to the direction of the kitchen door. He dropped the dishwasher he was holding.
Standing at the door, was Esme.
"Hello, boys," she said, her voice dangerously sweet. "We're back,"
Muahahahaha!