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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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It's a good thing Ella isn't getting lessons from Kevin - she would have dropped the spoon in the pot too. But as it stands, she was busy being amused by the dogs - while Mimsy tried to figure out the conundrum of the thiing not being eaten, Kyra bounded around the yard, tossing her toy. She would get it back all slobbered on later, Ella know.

Delaying the inevitable long enough, she sighed and walked back inside. At least the pups would be okay until Hattie's lesson was over.

Mimsy was fully confused. She even dropped the toy and pawed at it, barking. It was not being eaten! THIS MADE NO SENSE!

Kevin, however, was tapping into those vast reserves of patience he had. "Cain't teach ya by showin'. Ain't nothin' t'do fer it but t'do it." He still held the knife out, handle first. Because that was how he'd learned. "Don't worry, ya wearin' gloves so it won't get on ya hands."

What Hattie said, in retrospect, wasn't true. She had handled knives before, however they were generally used for eating.

Though she -had- seen Nell carrying a sword around and she seemed fine with it, so..

".. All right." She took the knife loosely by it's handle, cringing all the while.

Ella had to giggle at Mimsy. Silly puppy. Kyra of course, wanted to come back inside with her, but Ella wsn't haven't it. It was a beautiful day, go play puppies!

Tiptoeing back to the kitchen, Ella quietly peeked in to see how the progress was going, surprised to see Hattie holding the knife. Holy CRAP.

... Okay so it wasn't that much of a surprise, but at least Hattie was following instructions. This proved Ella's theory - Hattie was being difficult because it was Ella, and she could manipulate the curse to her advantage.

Sigh. But she stayed quiet, leaning against the arch of the kitchen, arms folded to watch.

Kevin stepped away from the cutting board. "Now, all ya gotta do is cut it small, so that it's easy t'eat." Kevin didn't move at all, letting Hattie do what needed to be done. Because he knew how to do this. Wait until he made her put her hands in biscuit dough.

Mimsy rolled on her back and stared at the sky. Pretty sky...

It is pretty amazing, isn't it? "Right."

Hattie took in a calm breath as she lined up the knife with the food and furrowed her brows. She raised and lowered the knife a few inches twice, then the third time she raised her hand high then bright it down with a slam against the counter, "Ouch!" she quickly held her pinky finger.

The knife decided to go on a flight and give the wall next to Ella a big hug! Holy crap is right.

"That hurt!"

oHGwohgaga She let out a soft little MEEP of surprise when the knife fell in love with the wall and decided it never wanted to be apart. Ducking around the corner just to be safe, the -THOK- of the knife told her it was safe to come out.

"... Is everything all right in here, milady?" Ella asked cautiously, venturing around the corner.

Passing a quick glance to Kevin, curious, she reached over and pried the knife free from the wall.

Kevin ducked the minute the knife went flying. Trained in instincts from being an X-Man student. He was really grateful for it right now. Really grateful.

He carefully picked himself up off the ground and stared at Hattie. "What're ya doin'?" He asked Hattie, completely incredulous. "That ain't how ya hold a knife, Miss Hattie an' ya lucky ya didn't cut anythin' off... of anyone."

"Yes, I'm fine!" she then called back to Ella, "Though I've lost the knife."

Once Hattie was done holding the side of her hand, was when she realized the knife was no longer in hand. Crazy! She frowned at Kevin, "Yes, I'm ok, thank you -very- much for asking." beat. That isn't how to hold a knife? "Yes, I know, I know, 'ain't nothin t' do fer it but t' do it again', right?" she getures for another knife to be handed to her.

Edited 2012-03-21 00:02 (UTC)

Kevin took a deep breath and thanked God briefly for his X-Men training. He may not want to be a hero here, but... well, it did come in handy right now.

He found another knife and handed it to her, handle first. Instead, this time, he caught her hand. "Ain't no reason t'go flailin' about like ya a fishwife, choppin' up the day's catch." He took a deep breath. "Here, let me guide ya, alrigh'?" Because one near decapitation was enough for one cooking lesson.

"That's all right, I've found it." Ella smiled at Hattie, bemused. The knife she cleaned neatly and tucked back into its place on the rack. "Well, since things are coming along nicely in here for the time being, I'll take care of a few other matters in the house." It doesn't clean itself, after all. "Call if you need me, Lady Hattie."

Bobbing a quick curtsey to Kevin, she turned to escape the kitchen before another knife went flying at her.

"I am most certainly not a fishwife!!" Hattie blurted. She wasn't sure what the position meant, but she was a -princess-. He was wise to take her hand again, of course, and she nodded her head, "All right.. But please be careful," she requests, "My hand still hurts.. I hope it isn't broken."

"... Maybe I should call my doctor, just to be sure."

Did Ella say something?

"Gotta hit it a lot harder'n that t'break a bone, Miss Hattie." Kevin knew that. He'd seen others break bones and there'd been one rather interesting incident with Miss Amelia's cat, his bike and an impromptu bike ramp.

He held her hand very carefully, as if he were afraid to touch her. Well, he was. Because he didn't want his powers to accidentally hurt her, or for him to get stabbed.

"Ain't no reason t'lift the knife off the board that much." Slowly, he moved her hand to cut the chicken into bite sized pieces.

"Oh, I see," Hattie replied, though she was still uncertain how she felt about Kevin's diagnosis. And his lightly touching of her, well she honestly didn't blame him- It was probabyly his first time being so close to a woman as magnificent as herself.

Once he taught her how to do the cutting, it took her very little time to pick up on it, and she was chopping the rest herself at the same speed, if not a little faster.

As fascinating as it was to watch Hattie listening to someone teach her how to cook (pff, as if this will stick), Ella didn't want to crowd the group. It was a shame, really - but she silently slipped out of the kitchen since she wasn't needed, and puttered about in the other rooms to clean, still within earshot if she was called.

[ OOC Feel free to skip me in rounds at this point. :3 ]

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Cooking Mama would give up on Hattie :>

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JAYZUS C_C

WHAT THE HELL?

You're getting too close, Gumshoe.

Kevin has the patience of a SAINT...

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Knife 2: Son of Knife coming soon ------=|==== "Mwa ha ha!"

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