Day 3 Cake Weilan/Ondina/Mimmi, 582 words, Rating G

Weilan hummed away as she dumped out the flour into the measuring bowl, scrunching up her nose as the flour dust flew up. She cleared the digital display with one finger. 186g. Weilan pouted and dug around the drawer at hand's reach to find a spoon. Spoon by spoon she removed the excess until it finally reached the necessary 125g.

Perfect.

Now for the sieve. Sieve. Sieve. Sie -

"Weilan? What are you doing?"

Weilan jumped and her arm flailed out catching the bowl and sending it flying off the edge of the worktop and smashing on the floor in a mess of glass and creamed butter mixed with sugar. At least the flour was still safe in it's measuring bowl.

She just stared at the shattered bowl for a second before turning up to look at Rita.

"Making a mess."

"I can see that," Rita raised an eyebrow.

"I'm trying to make a cake. Ondina and Mimmi are fighting so I figured cake might bring us all back together."

"Want some help?"

"Yes please!"

"First things first, you get tidying the floor. I'll get everything we need ready. Mise en place, Weilan. Helps every time."

"I don't know what that means but if it means grab everything as I go then that's exactly what I do," Weilan grabbed a wad of kitchen roll and scraped up the worst of the butter mix.

"Watch your fingers."

Weilan held her hand over the mess and gathered each bit of glass slowly in her hand, "you want it fixed or dumped."

"Fix it if you can. Be good practice."

An hour later Weilan pulled a fresh baked still steaming sponge from the oven. Warm golden brown and it smelled so damn good it was taking every bit of self control not to just bite into it.

"Perfecto!"

"It worked?" Rita asked from the attached sitting room.

"It worked! Now to ice it." Visions swirled her mind of piped roses and love hearts. Or maybe fondant icing.

"Let it cool first Weilan or it won't work."

"Okay fine." Weilan dropped her daydreaming and left the cake on the counter. She slipped off the oven gloves and haphazardly chucked them on the counter as she crossed the boundary from kitchen to sitting room.

"Can I join you guys?"

"Sure."

Weilan hopped over the back of the armchair in the window she had unofficially claimed as hers and settled in. Rita was sitting on the couch with her feet up on the fluffy footstool. Veridia lying beside her, stretched out across the rest of the couch with her head on Rita's lap, fast asleep.

"Aw cute."

Footsteps and chatter came drifting through.

"That sounds like them, Weilan," Rita warned.

Weilan leaped up, "Wait no don't come in here!"

Too late, Ondina and Mimmi both rounded the corner.

"Why not?" Ondina demanded the exact second Mimmi squealed, "Ooh cake!"

Weilan sagged, "it was meant to be a surprise. I was going to ice it and everything for you guys."

"For us?" Mimmi asked.

"Yeah, you're my girls and you were sad so I made cake."

"Aww, you're so sweet," Mimmi hugged her.

"Yeah thanks," Ondina gave Weilan a private happy smile. Weilan blew her a kiss in return.

"We'll help ice it, won't we Ondina," Mimmi broke off from Weilan but kept one arm around her, the other sneaking out to pull Ondina in too.

"Course."

Mimmi gave each of them a kiss on the cheek, "love you guys."