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fandomhigh2020-07-28 09:53 am
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The Great Witcher Bake Off, Tuesday
"Oh thank the gods, there's no oil," Jaskier said the very moment he was in the room. Fifteen minutes late, with coffee from the Perk.
"You're late," Yennefer, who had just arrived a few moments before, told him. "And you didn't bring me anything?" Rude, Jaskier. Very rude.
Jaskier clutched his coffee a little closer. It was his new favorite thing since the rum! Silver can be firmly blamed for that one. "Well, I didn't know you'd want anything."
Yennefer narrowed her eyes at him, as one in contemplation of turning a bard into an eel. Then she asked, "Well? What are we making this week. bard?"
Which was why Jaskier skittered around to the opposite side of the desk to check what was awaiting them. "An Opera cake? Haven't heard of that before."
Yennefer rolled her eyes. "Obviously it's a cake made of...operas." Perhaps it was a type of fruit? She peered over Jaskier's shoulder at the card and said, "Melitele's splendid tits, that's a lot of steps." Wasn't this class supposed to be an hour long? Oh, well. Time was a construct.
"We could... continue it next week?" Would the cake still be good? WHO KNEW? Certainly not your teachers.
"Right, so just...do what you can," Yennefer said, "and try not to set anything on fire." That was their job.
"You're late," Yennefer, who had just arrived a few moments before, told him. "And you didn't bring me anything?" Rude, Jaskier. Very rude.
Jaskier clutched his coffee a little closer. It was his new favorite thing since the rum! Silver can be firmly blamed for that one. "Well, I didn't know you'd want anything."
Yennefer narrowed her eyes at him, as one in contemplation of turning a bard into an eel. Then she asked, "Well? What are we making this week. bard?"
Which was why Jaskier skittered around to the opposite side of the desk to check what was awaiting them. "An Opera cake? Haven't heard of that before."
Yennefer rolled her eyes. "Obviously it's a cake made of...operas." Perhaps it was a type of fruit? She peered over Jaskier's shoulder at the card and said, "Melitele's splendid tits, that's a lot of steps." Wasn't this class supposed to be an hour long? Oh, well. Time was a construct.
"We could... continue it next week?" Would the cake still be good? WHO KNEW? Certainly not your teachers.
"Right, so just...do what you can," Yennefer said, "and try not to set anything on fire." That was their job.