So, I was talkin to Ren the other day. And she's cool, but she says she knows how to cook. And I mention I ain't had biscuits since I came here, and I definitely ain't had a cat head cause you're s'pposed to cook it in cast iron and if I brought a cast iron pan down to the kitchen I'd just get it chucked right back at my head and I don't want that. But she said she'd make me some.
[He holds up what is quite obviously a chocolate chip cookie. It... sort of has cat ears on it, but they could also be wolf ears if you squint a bit]
[Oh yeah REN. Hard for Max to forget her after she nearly chucked a bedpost at his head. Who knew she could bake such cute, if slightly misshapen, cookies? Which...oh right. Now he sees the problem.
He starts to snicker, tries to cover his mouth to stop it, but it just turns into a laugh. Oh, poor Corbin.]
I guess by now you figured out biscuits mean something else on the British Isles. They look edible enough but... [snicker] they just don't scratch that itch, do they?
Don't worry, I can make the real deal. If you have a cast iron, bring it over to the Ruby Slipper and I'll use it. I haven't been able to snag my own yet.
Thanks. I'm not going to tell her. I don't want her to chuck any other pieces of furniture at my head.
[Another laugh.]
Okay, you got yourself a deal. I can handle the seasoning. When it's done maybe I'll slap some bacon in it to really get it good an' ready. I need grease for the gravy after all.
If you want, I can try to give you some pointers too?
I 'preciate the thought, but every time I been near a stove I burnt somethin. My ma tried to teach me how to make cupcakes and I caught her stove on fire.
I ain't gonna stop ya if you wanna try but. You know. Fair warning.
If it was my own kitchen I'd say let's try anyway, but I don't think I want to take the chance since it's not. I owe it to Daniel to be a little more cautious.
[Corbin licks his lips and grins, he's looking forward to it. Not just the biscuits, either.]
[But first he has to get through the rest of his shift, and get those tea and scones and that clotted cream from the Tea Garden, but he's got his after work plans in the back of his mind the whole time. He's eagerly anticipating it by the time he gets off work, heading back to his room to get the cast iron pan he'd managed to scavenge and heading over to the Slipper.]
[He comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, still wearing his work clothes, a loose tank top with some kind of shimmery texture to it and a pair of trousers that Daniel had picked out that fit him very flatteringly.]
[He sticks his head into the kitchen with an eager grin.]
The whole kitchen smells like cooked bacon. Max is standing over the stove with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up past his elbows, and the front of him covered by a broad black apron. On the stove is a pan full of perfectly cooked strips of thick-cut bacon. Max is using some tongs to pick them up and move them to a plate to dry.
"Thought I'd go ahead and get this part out of the way. Could use a snack while we wait anyway." Seasoning the pan will take an hour.
Of course, they might have some other ideas for how to pass the time.
Were this a cartoon, Corbin would have floated into the kitchen, pulled by two hands made of the delicious smells that were wafting out. But it's not, so he just licks his lips as he oh so innocently wanders in, spying that bacon.
"Oh hell yeah, that looks good. Here's the pan." He'll set it down next to the bacon and go ahead and grab a piece off the plate, still hot and shimmering with grease. He holds it gingerly as he takes a bite.
"Mmmm, fuck this is perfect." He leans against the counter with a content smile as he munches away on the bacon.
Max can almost picture it, with that look on Corbin's face. He smiles wide at the compliment. It doesn't matter how many times anyone says they love his cooking, it never gets old for him.
"Glad you approve. Have as much as you want."
He'll take the pan and set right to work washing and greasing it. Then in the oven it goes.
"Okay," he said, bumping the oven closed with his hip, "That should be done in an hour now. We've got some time to kill."
In the time it has taken him to get the skillet ready and in the oven, Corbin has polished off most of the bacon, having hopped up to sit on the counter and letting his legs swing as he licks grease from his fingertips.
"Good. You want a drink?" He reached out to snag the strings of Max's apron "I figure it might be better to hang out in the club anyway." There were couches at least, which would be a lot comfortable for any shenanigans they might get up to while they waited for the pan to season.
"I can do that." He lead Max over the the bar, depositing him next to a bar stool so he could slide behind the bar.
"One Ruby Slipper." For someone who's a few years short of the legal drinking age, he knows what he's doing, rimming a glass in bright red sugar. Then he'll pour some vodka and what might be grapefruit juice along with a little grenadine into a shaker with some kind of powder where it gets well shaken and then strained into the glass. The end result is intensely red, with a sliver shimmer to it, topped by the sugared rim and a cherry speared on a pick with a glittery star on the end.
"There you go. I got a whole menu that's just Oz drinks. Mr. Larkin likes to have a theme."
Max perched on the stool and put both elbows up on the bar to watch Corbin work with rapt attention. Drink making was a skill close to cooking, so obviously he was interested in it. Corbin moved like a pro. It was still astonishing to Max that he was only nineteen. He acted so much older.
"I like the theme."
Max took the cherry out and pulled it off the stick with his teeth, making a little kiss sound before he started chewing. Then he took a proper sip from the glass.
"Mmm," his lips were stained red instantly like he had on lipstick, "Tastes like candy. Oh, these could be dangerous for me."
"Yeah, they're not the strongest thing here, but they're pretty tasty." He had more than one drink that was mostly alcohol and just didn't taste like it. Some of that was probably because fairy liquor, but some of it was just the alcohol itself.
And because Max was sitting there with his lips that sweet cherry red, and Corbin sometimes didn't have the best of impulse control, he tugged on his tie. "I ain't sure if it tastes like candy. Might have to test that out." And alright, that might not have been the best line ever, but he figured it was good enough to lean forward and kiss Max and see if he could get a good taste of the drink. That he had totally helped Daniel develop and was completely aware of what it tasted like.
The tug on his tie sent a thrill right through him. Max knew Corbin's excuse was flimsy, at best, but that didn't stop him from leaning in greedily. Corbin would get a good taste when Max opened his lips to receive him and stuck his tongue forward to taste Corbin back.
Suddenly the drink was all but forgotten. Corbin's lips were much sweeter.
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Re: [video]
Date: 2020-08-06 03:05 pm (UTC)[Oh no, Corbin, have the Brits been telling lies about their definitely-actually-a-cookie biscuits.]
Of course I know what a biscuit is. Why?
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Date: 2020-08-06 06:57 pm (UTC)[This is the face of a desperate man]
I need some buttermilk cat head biscuits. With gravy if you can swing it, but shit, at this point I'll take em just with butter.
Cash, favors, whatever you want.
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Date: 2020-08-06 07:14 pm (UTC)[He's never seen someone so desperate for biscuits before.]
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Date: 2020-08-06 07:38 pm (UTC)So, I was talkin to Ren the other day. And she's cool, but she says she knows how to cook. And I mention I ain't had biscuits since I came here, and I definitely ain't had a cat head cause you're s'pposed to cook it in cast iron and if I brought a cast iron pan down to the kitchen I'd just get it chucked right back at my head and I don't want that. But she said she'd make me some.
[He holds up what is quite obviously a chocolate chip cookie. It... sort of has cat ears on it, but they could also be wolf ears if you squint a bit]
She dropped these off at Wicked this mornin.
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Date: 2020-08-06 07:55 pm (UTC)He starts to snicker, tries to cover his mouth to stop it, but it just turns into a laugh. Oh, poor Corbin.]
I guess by now you figured out biscuits mean something else on the British Isles. They look edible enough but... [snicker] they just don't scratch that itch, do they?
Don't worry, I can make the real deal. If you have a cast iron, bring it over to the Ruby Slipper and I'll use it. I haven't been able to snag my own yet.
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Date: 2020-08-06 08:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, Mr. Larkin cleared it up for me. They ain't bad, I think yours are better, but don't tell her I said that.
[He nods with a grin]
Yeah, I can get one, you gotta season it though, I ain't used it. Me and cookin don't get along.
[If they did then he would have made his own biscuits]
And you c'n keep the skillet.
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Date: 2020-08-06 08:10 pm (UTC)[Another laugh.]
Okay, you got yourself a deal. I can handle the seasoning. When it's done maybe I'll slap some bacon in it to really get it good an' ready. I need grease for the gravy after all.
If you want, I can try to give you some pointers too?
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Date: 2020-08-06 11:55 pm (UTC)I 'preciate the thought, but every time I been near a stove I burnt somethin. My ma tried to teach me how to make cupcakes and I caught her stove on fire.
I ain't gonna stop ya if you wanna try but. You know. Fair warning.
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Date: 2020-08-07 04:22 am (UTC)If it was my own kitchen I'd say let's try anyway, but I don't think I want to take the chance since it's not. I owe it to Daniel to be a little more cautious.
You're still welcome to watch me work.
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Date: 2020-08-13 03:26 am (UTC)[This is said quite cheerfully, Corbin was a good guy sure, but he was also more than happy to get spanked sometimes.]
Does watchin you work mean I get to try shit out while you make it?
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Date: 2020-08-13 07:47 pm (UTC)[A touch of pink colors Max's cheeks.]
But I'm not willing to burn the man's kitchen to make it happen. And, yes, if you hang around you automatically get to lick the spoon.
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Date: 2020-08-14 02:54 am (UTC)[He opens his mouth, closes it, decides fuck it okay, and says it]
Well, I might wanna lick somethin else too...
[It was too easy. And he really wouldn't mind.]
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Date: 2020-08-15 04:25 am (UTC)Oh yeah? I might like that.
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Date: 2020-08-16 12:47 am (UTC)[If he wasn't holding the tome Max would be getting some finger guns.]
[Okay is this awkward now? He should go back to work]
Um, anyway, I gotta get back to work, lemme know when you're makin the biscuits, okay?
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Date: 2020-08-16 06:03 pm (UTC)[The little (relatively speaking) man in his pants is perking up at the idea already. Max has to make an effort not to imagine too much.]
Come on by after work and bring me that pan. I'll have everything I need by then.
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Date: 2020-08-16 11:00 pm (UTC)[Corbin licks his lips and grins, he's looking forward to it. Not just the biscuits, either.]
[But first he has to get through the rest of his shift, and get those tea and scones and that clotted cream from the Tea Garden, but he's got his after work plans in the back of his mind the whole time. He's eagerly anticipating it by the time he gets off work, heading back to his room to get the cast iron pan he'd managed to scavenge and heading over to the Slipper.]
[He comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, still wearing his work clothes, a loose tank top with some kind of shimmery texture to it and a pair of trousers that Daniel had picked out that fit him very flatteringly.]
[He sticks his head into the kitchen with an eager grin.]
Hey Max? You in here?
Action [switching to prose if that's okay]
Date: 2020-08-18 02:23 pm (UTC)The whole kitchen smells like cooked bacon. Max is standing over the stove with the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up past his elbows, and the front of him covered by a broad black apron. On the stove is a pan full of perfectly cooked strips of thick-cut bacon. Max is using some tongs to pick them up and move them to a plate to dry.
"Thought I'd go ahead and get this part out of the way. Could use a snack while we wait anyway." Seasoning the pan will take an hour.
Of course, they might have some other ideas for how to pass the time.
Yes god thank fuck
Date: 2020-08-18 02:32 pm (UTC)"Oh hell yeah, that looks good. Here's the pan." He'll set it down next to the bacon and go ahead and grab a piece off the plate, still hot and shimmering with grease. He holds it gingerly as he takes a bite.
"Mmmm, fuck this is perfect." He leans against the counter with a content smile as he munches away on the bacon.
:)
Date: 2020-08-19 02:19 am (UTC)"Glad you approve. Have as much as you want."
He'll take the pan and set right to work washing and greasing it. Then in the oven it goes.
"Okay," he said, bumping the oven closed with his hip, "That should be done in an hour now. We've got some time to kill."
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Date: 2020-08-21 02:30 am (UTC)"Good. You want a drink?" He reached out to snag the strings of Max's apron "I figure it might be better to hang out in the club anyway." There were couches at least, which would be a lot comfortable for any shenanigans they might get up to while they waited for the pan to season.
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Date: 2020-08-22 04:40 pm (UTC)"I could go for something..." Another laugh as he was led by the apron strings out to the bar area, crunching on his bacon as he walked.
"Why don't you make me your house special?"
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Date: 2020-08-23 03:21 am (UTC)"One Ruby Slipper." For someone who's a few years short of the legal drinking age, he knows what he's doing, rimming a glass in bright red sugar. Then he'll pour some vodka and what might be grapefruit juice along with a little grenadine into a shaker with some kind of powder where it gets well shaken and then strained into the glass. The end result is intensely red, with a sliver shimmer to it, topped by the sugared rim and a cherry speared on a pick with a glittery star on the end.
"There you go. I got a whole menu that's just Oz drinks. Mr. Larkin likes to have a theme."
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Date: 2020-08-23 11:34 pm (UTC)"I like the theme."
Max took the cherry out and pulled it off the stick with his teeth, making a little kiss sound before he started chewing. Then he took a proper sip from the glass.
"Mmm," his lips were stained red instantly like he had on lipstick, "Tastes like candy. Oh, these could be dangerous for me."
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Date: 2020-08-26 03:11 am (UTC)And because Max was sitting there with his lips that sweet cherry red, and Corbin sometimes didn't have the best of impulse control, he tugged on his tie. "I ain't sure if it tastes like candy. Might have to test that out." And alright, that might not have been the best line ever, but he figured it was good enough to lean forward and kiss Max and see if he could get a good taste of the drink. That he had totally helped Daniel develop and was completely aware of what it tasted like.
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Date: 2020-08-27 01:55 am (UTC)Suddenly the drink was all but forgotten. Corbin's lips were much sweeter.
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