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Cooking Mama would give up on Hattie :>

Who: Ella of Frell, Hattie of Ehvenn, and Kevin of ... somewhere else :3
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Ella and Hattie's home / Sector 5
Summary: Kevin offered to teach Hattie a few things about cooking. Ella is praying this won't be a disaster.
Warnings: P for Puppies.

She was able to put it off for a bit, but ... not for long. By 11:30AM Saturday morning, Ella was making her way back to her house, soaking wet. "Go jump in a lake, Ella." Rassin frassin - she'd like to push YOU in a lake, Hattie. Actually it wasn't that bad an idea, if she wasn't terrified Hattie's make good on her threat to have Animal Control take Kyra away. With a sigh, she stepped back into the house, intent to at least change clothes before Kevin arrived. Wet hair is wet hair, she'd live. She also stopped by Hattie's door to let her know someone would be coming to give her some lessons on cooking.

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Sweet right? She wished. But if wishes were fishes -- well. It would smell in here.

"Of course." She walked down the hall to the fenced in yard out back. Kyra, knowing the routine already, scrambled ahead of them to wait anxiously at the door. C'moncomeonyou'resoslowlet'sgolet'sgolet'sGOOOOOOOOOOO.

She was already bouncing on her paws by the time Ella reached the door, and she giggled, opening it to let Kyra out. "Go ahead Mimsy - Kyra's a good girl, she won't hurt you." Even if she was a wolf puppy and had a lot of people thinking bad things about her because of that.

Well Mimsy could always stay on the porch if she didn't trust Kyra. Anyway, once the dogs were situated, Ella went back inside and led the way to the kitchen.

Hnn... if Hattie was occupied in the kitchen with Kevin, maybe she could take the opportunity to steal her necklace... Wait, no, damnit, Hattie was still wearing it.

Kevin crouched down and released Mimsy's leash. She sat and looked at him before trundling off into the yard. She began sniffing around the perimeter of the yard, almost tripping over her own paws.

"Dunno how long she'll stay out. She don't like bein' away from me fer long." Kevin admitted, following Ella into the kitchen. It was a nice kitchen at least. "Was ya gonna stay an' watch? Wouldn't mind teachin' two if'n ya wanted to learn." Kevin set his bag down on the chair and pulled out a pretty pink and blue apron with lace around the bottom. He laid it across the back of the chair and then pulled out an old, worn red and green apron that looked to have bleach stains on it. Guess which one was his?

[Hattie stood in front of the mirror and turned in a full circle.]

How do I look?

[The mirror responded with numerous compliments, causing Hattie to not only grin wide, but her ego to skyrocket. Hattie was now ready for THE WORLD. Suddenly the task ahead of her didn't seem so bad! She'd be back downstairs shortly.]

Oh DO give Hattie the one with bleach stains. It has character. Hohoho. "Thank you, but that won't be necessary. I know how to cook - Hattie -- I mean, My Lady just ... listens better to others."

It seemed that whenever Ella told her something, she immediately did the opposite. Sigh. "Besides, she doesn't wish to learn from me. I attempted to teach her once already and it ... ended poorly."

I.E. It ended with Hattie breaking a nail and stomping off, leaving Ella to clean up the mess.

... speaking of which, Ella walked over to the counter at a thought, and took out a pair of gloves. To protect her Lady's delicate hands.

Well good thing she's pulling out gloves, because Kevin's changing his gloves as well, after pulling out a small cookbook. "Well, I'm gonna be leavin' this cookbook here, if'n ya wanna use it." He'd found it in a used book store, but it had had the recipes he'd wanted and the stuff that was simple.

Besides, Kevin had decided that biscuits and chicken soup were really easy things to make. Mighty tasty too.

He slid the apron on, making sure it didn't touch his face and tied it in the back. He also rooted through his bag and pulled something out, clipping it to his ear...

... Just in case.

Oh Ella DON'T EVEN. But it's true, so true, Hattie simply just doesn't listen to Ella unless she uses key words to catch her interest or comes up with an ingenius idea. So one one hand, it's brilliant she asked for company. On the other, why did it have to be in the most aggravating fashion ever?

Hattie finally walked into the kitchen with a patient smile, "Sorry for the wait! Well then, what shall we be preparing toda- Oh." the very first thing she sees is Kevin's apron. It's a disaster! Her thoughts about it are written all over her face.

"Ah, Kevin, is it?" ... "Would you like to borrow one of our aprons?" And what's with the gloves? Are they going to perform culinary surgery?

"Thank you, that's very gracious of you, Kevin." Ella smiled at the boy, turning her attention to Hattie and holding up the gloves.

"My lady, your hands should be protected. You don't want to break a nail or get such flawless skin dirty, do you?"

God. She felt sick to her stomach just saying those words. But she said them with an earnest smile. At Hattie's question though, she glances over at the boy, and then back to Hattie.

"Forgive me, my lady, but he already has an apron."

Kevin looked at Hattie confused. "No ma'am." He held up the brand new apron. "Brought this fer you ma'am. This'n is mine, an' works right well."

Sure, it was faded, but it was comfortable, and he liked it. It had been the first thing he'd bought in the Port, and yes, he was just a tiny bit sentimental. Besides, when he wasn't at home, Mimsy curled up in it and slept, because she was lonely.

"Ya ready t'begin?"

"Well yes, I noticed but.." Hattie replied to Ella. Did she really not see how.. -Used- it was? Actually now that she thought about it, Ella perhaps understood Kevin's reasoning better than she did.

At the reminder of her nails, she suddenly took the gloves, put them on, then held the apron up to admire it. It wasn't extravagent, but it was nice enough. It was even -better- that Ella didn't get one! And that fact put Hattie instantly into a willing mood.

"Never mind. Thank you -very- much, Kevin. That's so thoughtful, you really shouldn't have!" And she'd lean in to try and kiss his cheek. She'll do it, man!

Run Kevin! Hattie has cooties!

Also what is this 'Ella not having an apron' business? Of course she had an apron. She might not use it all the time, but she had one. It was hanging on the hook in the pantry, in fact.

However she wasn't going for it for the sole pleasure of seeing Hattie wear something not particularly fashionable.

She stood back by the doorway to the hall, her hands neatly behind her back, patiently smiling.

"Yer quite -" He broke off with an almost yelp, practically jumping back from Hattie. His back hit the counter, but he didn't care. His heart was thumping out of his chest and he was just staring wide-eyed at Hattie. That had been far too close. Far, far too close. Even wearing the inhibitor - and a quick check of his ear said it was still there - he didn't want to run the risk.

He cleared his throat. "Quite welcome. We... should get started." What was he supposed to say? Because 'don't touch me' just sounded rude.

Oh sure, Ella did have an apron, but it wasn't from Kevin was it? And you can be sure that later on she's going to rub that in her step-sisters face.

Kevin's reaction was not what she was expecting at all. That never happened before. Ever. There's an awkward moment of silence as she stares at the teen, then cleared her throat at around the same time, "S- Sure, all right.."

She set the apron over a nearby chair, seeing no reason to change out of her own, then turned back to her 'teacher'. SHEESH.

Sure about that? Because there was a certain handsome prince back home who ran away from you too because you were creepy. Though that was a peculiar reaction - maybe he was uncomfortable with women? Or just plain displays of affection and gratitude.

As for the apron not being from Kevin -- well no. But Ella would be remarkably unbothered about that, no worries. In any case, she straightened when Kevin prepared to teach Hattie. As much as she'd want to watch this disaster, she had to ask, "Do you wish me to depart, my lady?"

Because what followed could be pretty embarrassing.

Kevin was more than a little embarrassed. Even with the inhibitor, he couldn't get over the 'no touching' thing. He just couldn't. His entire apartment and house were inorganic. The only organic thing beyond him in them was Mimsy, and she was immune because her he'd tried to hurt.

"Ya ain't gotta leave, Miss Ella. Ya welcome t'stay." He offered. He didn't want her to feel left out.

The prince didn't think Hattie was creepy, he was just playing cat and mouse. That's so not the same thing!

"Yes, what he said." Hattie quickly agreed with Kevin, fidgeting a bit as she tried to pretend that didn't just happen. Which was, of course, incredibly difficult.

"So.. Ah, what is it that we'll be preparing?"

He tried to hurt his puppy? You monster!

Ella smiled at Kevin, not minding in the least. The lessons were for Hattie's benefit, not hers. "All right, as long as it's all right with my lady, Hattie." Smilesmile.

And since Hattie gave the okay, Ella stayed put. But just in case the curse took his instruction as commands for her, she discreetly tugged a paper towel free and used it to pretend to clean a counter until neither Kevin nor Hattie were paying her any mind.

Then she silently plugged her ears with the towels. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do. She smoothed her hair over her ears again and pleasantly watched the cooking lesson.

Kevin turned back to Hattie and pulled the food out of the bag he'd carried. He'd come prepared. "It's right simple. Chicken an' vegetable soup, an' biscuits." He answered. "It was one o' the first thin's I was taught t'cook." Mainly because chicken soup consisted of throwing a lot of things in a pot and letting it cook.

"Ya got a big pot? Gotta get that started with water, an' then we'll go from there."

Hattie briefly peeked at Ella over her shoulder. What was with that smile? Was something else about to happen? She was wary of that good mood of hers. But her attention went back to Kevin and she nodded, "Chicken soup! Ella made that for me when I was ill. It'd be useful to learn that."

So she was on board with that. As for a pot, she nodded her head, "Yes, we have a pot somewhere. I'll start the water."

And she goes to the sink, turning on the faucet. She hasn't the slightest clue where the pots are.

Hey don't look at her that way, she isn't doing anything but watching. Pleasantly. Like a good little handmaiden.

Secretly she hoped it would get on Hattie's nerves.

She was also not about to offer any assistance to her stepsister - let her fumble about in the kitchen and figure things out for a chance.

This was going to be sweet.

Kevin watched patiently, keeping his opinion to himself. He didn't understand what was going on between the sisters, but obviously there was something.

"Beggin' ya pardon, Miss Hattie, but maybe lookin' in the cupboards?" Kevin wondered how inept she really was.

Hattie simply has no idea where anything in the kitchen that's not in the open is. When he suggests the cupboards, she assumes that he wants to look for them there, "Oh, yes, that's probably a good place to start looking but you don't have to do that." she laughs, with a hand to her mouth. "Ella, don't make him look around himself. Get him a pot, would you?"

And yes, Ella is starting to get annoying. But that's nothing new!

Damnit, the paper towels in her ears do nothing. Like goggles.

"My lady?" Oh, well that would be fine. Just as long as Hattie didn't expect her to do the cooking. But Ella was quickly realizing that as long as Ella was there, Hattie could use her as a means to get out of doing the manual labor.

So she tucked down and retrieved the pot from the lower cupboard, bringing it over to hand the pot to Kevin. "There you are." A beat. "Ah- I think I should look in on Kyra and Mimsy - I wouldn't want them to get themselves into trouble, unsupervised."

"Thank ya, Miss Ella." He said softly. He smiled crookedly. "An' thank ya fer checkin' on Mimsy. She's still a might tiny t'be left alone for long."

Said puppy was sprawled on her back in a piece of shade, watching Kyra but with absolutely no impetus to move at all.

Kevin turned to Hattie. "Here ya go, Miss Hattie. Fill it 'bout three-quarts full, an' put it on the stove." Because it's your cooking lesson, Hattie. Duh.

Clever, Ella, clever. She escapes the first level, but there are many other dangers ahead! Like.. Wet puppy noses! That said, she'll never understand why Ella is so content with having a wild beast under her care. Sigh.

As for Kevin's instructions, her look pretty much says everything: Woah. Woah. WOAH. WOAH. Kyra's not the only one with no impetus to move. Eventually, though, she gives in, "Very well."

She takes a moment to remember where she's seen 'quart' before and goes into the fridge, taking out an open milk bottle. She then empties it into the sink with the intention of filling it with water afterward. Three times!

That was rather clever, wasn't it? She smirks, clearly proud of her ability to problem-solve.

And on to the second level. The cat. She would normally be proud of Hattie for trying to problem solve if she didn't get it wrong. But still, the attempt was there, and Ella smiled in spite of herself.

It was cute, seeing Hattie try for a change. She nodded at Kevin. "No trouble. Mimsy is a guest here too." She made her way out of the kitchen and down the hall, watching for Lucifurr cautiously as she trotted to the back door.

Kyra was busy getting in some exercise, romping up and down the length of the yard, but when she saw Ella open the door, she sped over to greet her. Ella patted the puppy, and wandered over to Mimsy, fishing a chew toy out of her pocket. "Here Mimsy-" Don't look at her like that Kyra, she has one for you too.

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