Thanks to Gingerwolf96 and Unicorn-vomit to reviewing this story. Especially to Gingerwolf96 for pointing out an awkward spelling mistake... Sorry about that. It's quite funny though! :) I went and corrected it... It's still quite funny. XD NB, this chapter has a lot more dialogue than I usually write, because it suits this chapter, if you don't like it, leave me a review and tell me why. Thanks, I usually hate writing this much dialogue, but it felt right for this chapter. Let me know what you think.
It was early, early enough for it still to be dark outside, where frost had crept and walked across cars and the pavement*. Every light was off, except in a particular house, where two flatmates stood in the kitchen, both measuring out varying amounts of different ingredients.
"Leo, what are we making again?"
The brunette looked up, a streak of flour was across her nose, and her eyes shone brightly, "Stained-glass biscuits, but because I dislike gingerbread biscuits, they're crap for tea, and because it's almost the 25th, we are making them cinnamon flavoured instead."
Merlin nodded, and decided, fortunately, not to argue, and continued with his measuring of flour.
After a meddle with the scales, and a ton of spooning flour in and out of the bowl to get the correct amount, they had finally finished measuring out all the ingredients. Merlin started to sieve the flour into a huge, plastic mixing bowl whereas Leola cracked an egg open, only one of them did it flawlessly.
There was flour all over the flour, because Merlin, being Merlin, had been a bit too vigorous when sieving the flour, and he had knocked the bowl and its contents onto the floor. Both of the flatmates' eyes were staring down at the mess. Leola sighed and suddenly the concoction of flour and bowl were separated, by her freezing all of the flour. Merlin's eyes glowed after this event and the bowl, and frozen flour was back upon the table where it belonged. Instead of melting into a floury/watery mess the ice seemed to just disappear, leaving behind the flour particles for Merlin to continue sieving in.
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"The mixture looks like diarrhoea."
"Leo, don't say that, that's disgusting, and you sound like a ten year old boy."
"How do you know that I'm not?"
"I've had a revelation! Of course, you must be! That makes so much sense, you're short, with a temper to match, you hate people calling you a baby and-."
"I hate you."
"There you see, the last piece of proof."
"Well I have discovered that you, Mr Dragoon, have a secret obsession with Teenage Mutant Turtles, which I think are awesome, but you have a secret crush on April."
"Who doesn't?"
"Me, I have a secret crush on Leonardo, for obvious reasons."
"I think you're more a Donatello kind of guy."
"I think you're a Michelangelo kind of guy."
That earned a look from Merlin, which was followed by a laugh by Leola. There was comfortable silence that followed, and all you could hear in the flat was the whirring of the black, hardly-used oven. This was soon broken.
"What do you think of potatoes?"
"Leo, what the fu-?"
"Don't swear, but seriously, I like almost every way of preparing potatoes, except mash. That should be banned."
"Mash reminds me of scrambled eggs."
"Really?! That's exactly the same as me Merlin! Except scrambled eggs are-."
"Less filling, yeah, mashed potato looks really not filling at all, but it fills you up so much, whereas scrambled egg looks so filling, and is like drinking air and expecting to stop being thirsty."
Merlin stared and Leola's grinning face as he finished rolling out the dough.
"Which cookie cutter?"
"What's the range? Only of the finest please." Merlin put on such a ridiculous 'posh' accent that both he and Leola dissolved into laughter.
After remembering to breathe after laughing so hard Leola just managed to say, "Stars, trees, hearts, rhombuses(1) and potat-, I mean crappy circles."
"Leo, you know exactly what I am going to say."
"Crappy circles it is then."
Each circle was cut out and placed on a baking tray, in the centre another circle was cut out and a boiled sweet ** was placed in the centre.
"Merlin, I thought we could hang some of these on the tree."
"Yeah, that would look good actually."
"Actually?! Of course it would look good Merlin my dear, of course it would."
Using a (drinking) straw Leola and Merlin created small holes in the tops of the circles that would later be spaces for ribbons to go through, so that the biscuits could be decorations on the tree.
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"Merlin, are you really that stupid, you can't even work out how to open the oven?"
"Just help me would you?!"
"Baka."
"Hate you."
"Aw thanks Merlin."
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Finally after letting flour go everywhere and an intense waiting period for the biscuits to cool down, Merlin and Leola sat, each with a biscuit in their hands, pre-recording films that would show on the 25th.
"Don't record that film, that's stupid."
"Leo, I will record what I like, when I like."
"But then we won't be able to record Doctor Who."
"You and your obsessions with that show."
"It's a good show!"
"Yeah, but it doesn't feature any magic, does it?"
"Maybe one day."
After more discussions (arguments) about what TV they should record, Merlin and Leola fell asleep. Leola was in a tight cocoon, a half eaten biscuit tucked between her hands, and Merlin was a starfish, the remnants of a biscuit lay scattered on his rather festive jumper.
Hope you liked that, it was based (very loosely) on my cooking experience with my sister today. If you want the recipe for these biscuits, just PM me, I will try and convert if you need :) Oh, and also, this is my 20th chapter! (Finally) I still don't know how long this fic will be. Just depends, I suppose. See you guys tomorrow (if I don't get banned from my computer again)
-Little random fact, the reason they are up so early baking is because that's what I have been doing recently, I am an incredible early bird (ask anyone who knows me) so I tend to do the best in the mornings. In fact this past holiday I have done almost every job I have set out to do, which includes tidying my room, it scares me every time I walk in. SO TIDY.
RETURN OF THE POTATOES!
*pavements = sidewalk (I'm sure you know that)
** sweet = candy (Again, I am sure you know that)
(1 (1) As I said before me and my sister were making these biscuits, when we were discussing cookie cutters after a series of regular shapes (yes I know rhombuses are regular, I mean, usual ones) she suddenly said "Rhombus!", it made me actually pay attention, because what she said was so out of the ordinary, so I thought I'd include it in here. :)
TT The Os in this chapter just signal time has passed. When I read it through it felt weird, so I put them in.