Treats and Sweets
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They knew what they were doing. Really! It wasn't like this was their first time making energon goodies. Just because they weren't experts didn't mean they couldn't do it.
But Bluestreak came in like a whirlwind, adjusting the temperatures, stirring the pots and animatedly giving advice on how to fix what they were doing wrong. In no time at all, Ratchet and Wheeljack stood off to the side as the silver and red mech took over making the energon treats for the Christmas party. Fast and loud party music started playing as the mech got worked up and into it.
Ratchet just shook his helm in surprise. "Did you know he could make snacks?"
"Nope." Wheeljack snickered, his audio finials flashing red and green for the holidays, "I wonder where he learned it from."
"Blaster apparently."
"I didn't know he could bake either."
Speak of the devil, a tall orange mech danced into the room and swept Bluestreak into a hug. A happy laugh burst out. The music got louder and the pair quickly got into a discussion on consistency, flavor, and texture. Ratchet made a face and covered his audios.
"Well, at least now we know why Blue insists on playing rave music every time he cooks," He had to say it loudly so Wheeljack could hear him over the pulsing beats, remembering an incident months before where the sniper had made flavored energon drinks for Halloween.
A hum. Wheeljack crossed his arms and looked at his companion, "Why do I get the feeling we just got kicked out of the kitchen?"
