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fandomhigh2022-08-05 09:55 am
stykera) wrote in fandomhigh2022-08-05 09:55 am
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Cupcakes, Friday 8/5, 2nd Period
Cupcake class was back in the Home Ec room once more and Stark was at the front of said room with a box in front of him. All usual for a Friday.
“I thought we could make blue cupcakes this week,” he said once everyone had arrived. “I like blue.” And possibly another student (or two) had mentioned a fondness for blue as well. Perhaps one of them was getting a hesitant smile right now.
He eyed the box warily before opening it up. “Let’s see what the box has in store for us this week. Perhaps it will only be what I expect.” Stark paused, then shook his head. “No, I don’t think so either.”
“We have blueberries, which are supposed to be here. That’s good. Blue marshmallow Peeps, which are just marshmallow so that’s fine too. Good. But these things often start out well…” He gave a soft sigh and started removing more items from the box. “And blue cotton candy.” He smiled slightly at that because it was just a lot of sugar, after all, and he did love sugar. “There’s blue raspberry flavoring as well. And Blue Curaçao.” This was going too well and now Stark was getting suspicious as he pulled out an assortment of blue sprinkles and sugars to add to the tops of cupcakes.
“Oh. There we are. Of course. Blue corn. That’s not terrible, I suppose. Blue cheese. That isn’t for cupcakes. Or it ought not to be. And I don’t even know what butterfly pea flowers are.”
“Wait. Why…something is moving. Oh, no. Nonono. Absolutely not!” Stark glared at the box before reaching in and pulling out a very much alive blue lobster followed by a very much alive blue crab. “No. No. Those are going back in the box and nobody will be cooking them and I’ll…take them to Furnado. Or to the beach. We’re not eating them.” Stabby would never forgive him.
Summer being safely tucked away in her warehouse as a squirrel meant he couldn’t look at her in dismay and possible accusation yet again this week. Alas.
“If anyone needs help, ask. I’m happy to help. Leave the crustaceans alone. Please.”
“I thought we could make blue cupcakes this week,” he said once everyone had arrived. “I like blue.” And possibly another student (or two) had mentioned a fondness for blue as well. Perhaps one of them was getting a hesitant smile right now.
He eyed the box warily before opening it up. “Let’s see what the box has in store for us this week. Perhaps it will only be what I expect.” Stark paused, then shook his head. “No, I don’t think so either.”
“We have blueberries, which are supposed to be here. That’s good. Blue marshmallow Peeps, which are just marshmallow so that’s fine too. Good. But these things often start out well…” He gave a soft sigh and started removing more items from the box. “And blue cotton candy.” He smiled slightly at that because it was just a lot of sugar, after all, and he did love sugar. “There’s blue raspberry flavoring as well. And Blue Curaçao.” This was going too well and now Stark was getting suspicious as he pulled out an assortment of blue sprinkles and sugars to add to the tops of cupcakes.
“Oh. There we are. Of course. Blue corn. That’s not terrible, I suppose. Blue cheese. That isn’t for cupcakes. Or it ought not to be. And I don’t even know what butterfly pea flowers are.”
“Wait. Why…something is moving. Oh, no. Nonono. Absolutely not!” Stark glared at the box before reaching in and pulling out a very much alive blue lobster followed by a very much alive blue crab. “No. No. Those are going back in the box and nobody will be cooking them and I’ll…take them to Furnado. Or to the beach. We’re not eating them.” Stabby would never forgive him.
Summer being safely tucked away in her warehouse as a squirrel meant he couldn’t look at her in dismay and possible accusation yet again this week. Alas.
“If anyone needs help, ask. I’m happy to help. Leave the crustaceans alone. Please.”