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fandomhigh2020-07-07 10:43 am
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The Great Witcher Bake Off, Tuesday
Jaskier was down at least three outfits and on top of all of that, he apparently had a class to teach again! With Yennefer. Ergo, his day was not the best it could be.
And, for some reason, there was gingham everywhere in the classroom. Neither of your teachers had the faintest idea why.
Yennefer had merely magiced her clothing clean, like a civilized person, although she had to admit she was beginning to regret the majority of it being black. Also, she was peering at the class roster and muttering, "What does a Witcher have to do with it?" She asked Jaskier, "Are Witchers known for their baking?" He was a bard, bards knew random things like that.
"How should I know?" Jaskier asked peevishly. "I doubt it's part of the whole sullen monster hunter routine. Though it's not as though he's terribly fond of sharing."
Was he still operating under the assumption she knew who he was? Yes. Yes, he was.
Bards were also so touchy. Yennefer supposed it was the artistic temperament. "Welcome to...er, the 'Great Witcher Bake-Off.' I am Yennefer of Vengerburg, and this is..." she turned to Jaskier. "I didn't get your name," she admitted. Largely because she hadn't bothered to ask for it.
He squawked like an affronted chicken at that. "I'm Jaskier. And I haven't a clue about baking. Did the moose at the very least give instructions? Or is this some mystical art you know?"
"Definitely not," Yennefer said, taken aback by the very notion. Even when she'd been a farm drudge, she hadn't baked. Probably because her stepfather hadn't trusted her with his food, which was a solid call on his part. At any rate, "How hard can it be?"
It would end in only disaster, folks.
"We're making--" Jaskier found the instructions placed next to the neat little stack of ingredients that neither of the teachers had a hand in assembling. Thank your lucky stars for that, everyone. "--a frangipane tart. Oh, I like tarts."
"Tarts are delicious," Yennefer agreed. "So..." She waved her hands vaguely. "Make your tarts, and then we shall tell you who has made the best one. How about that?"
And, for some reason, there was gingham everywhere in the classroom. Neither of your teachers had the faintest idea why.
Yennefer had merely magiced her clothing clean, like a civilized person, although she had to admit she was beginning to regret the majority of it being black. Also, she was peering at the class roster and muttering, "What does a Witcher have to do with it?" She asked Jaskier, "Are Witchers known for their baking?" He was a bard, bards knew random things like that.
"How should I know?" Jaskier asked peevishly. "I doubt it's part of the whole sullen monster hunter routine. Though it's not as though he's terribly fond of sharing."
Was he still operating under the assumption she knew who he was? Yes. Yes, he was.
Bards were also so touchy. Yennefer supposed it was the artistic temperament. "Welcome to...er, the 'Great Witcher Bake-Off.' I am Yennefer of Vengerburg, and this is..." she turned to Jaskier. "I didn't get your name," she admitted. Largely because she hadn't bothered to ask for it.
He squawked like an affronted chicken at that. "I'm Jaskier. And I haven't a clue about baking. Did the moose at the very least give instructions? Or is this some mystical art you know?"
"Definitely not," Yennefer said, taken aback by the very notion. Even when she'd been a farm drudge, she hadn't baked. Probably because her stepfather hadn't trusted her with his food, which was a solid call on his part. At any rate, "How hard can it be?"
It would end in only disaster, folks.
"We're making--" Jaskier found the instructions placed next to the neat little stack of ingredients that neither of the teachers had a hand in assembling. Thank your lucky stars for that, everyone. "--a frangipane tart. Oh, I like tarts."
"Tarts are delicious," Yennefer agreed. "So..." She waved her hands vaguely. "Make your tarts, and then we shall tell you who has made the best one. How about that?"
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Watch The Teachers Demonstrate
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Right?
...right?
Oh, gods, she was doomed.
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So when it turned out to be about actual baking taught by Ren Faire rejects, she was disappointed. More disappointed than realizing she came back to Fandom with a duffel bag full of dirty clothes and no working washers.
And then the tart caught fire.
Oh. This was so much more fun than watching youtube fails.
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And wondered exactly at what point she could just set it all on fire and call it done.
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Turns on throwing matches into a mushy dessert wasn't doing the trick.
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Well. Wayne could make a fucking tart.
And it was going to be a damn fine fucking tart, too; he even got a little fancy with it toward the end just to show off, even if, by now, he realized it was pert'near already showing off by not having just set the thing on fire, accident or otherwise.
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