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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.”

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Leave those blue crustaceans alone!

Kurt was used to seeing blue... and a lot of it, for obvious reasons. But he could still appreciate it and the many shades and the many blue things that actually could be enjoyed (safely) on cupcakes.

Nell settled in to make some delicious cupcakes with a blueberry and cotton candy jam inside and blue raspberry flavored icing with blue sprinkles on top.

Then because she had some time leftover she made up some blue corn muffins with blueberries.

"Libs, c'mon, leave it." Vi wasn't so much baking as trying to keep sugary ingredients away from an already hyper lamb. Which was almost a relief actually, since even without any tension related to anyone else in the class, blue...wasn't the most...relaxing colour for Vi to be around.

"You brought a friend?" Stark asked, nodding at the lamb. Who was adorable and he very much wanted to pet, honestly.

"Uh, yeah," Vi answered as she moved the cotton candy out of Libby's reach to the sound of a tiny, indignant baa. "My roomie, I didn't really think it was a good idea to leave her alone like this." Not if she wanted a room to come back to.

"So many people turning into animals recently." It was almost like old times.

"I'm not sure I have anything that's good for lambs to eat."

"Yeah." Vi certainly didn't look in Steph's direction with any kind of longing just then, no, definitely not.

"I mean, yeah, I figured as much, but someone disagrees with me."

"Maybe the corn?" Stark suggested, very much not paying attention to any longing looks that were very much not happening. "Not so exciting as the candy but probably better for her."

Yeah... after her conversation with Alex yesterday and the whole thing with Isabela and her damn banner, Steph was sort of entertaining the notion that maybe the reason that Vi was avoiding her had nothing to do with not wanting to see her again. She wasn't entirely convinced yet, but at least she wasn't dismissing the idea out of hand.

Given the theme of the day and Vi's overall mood of late there was no way that Steph could keep from sneaking occasional concerned glances at her, but how was she not going to smile at least a tiny bit, too, watching Vi in protective caretaker mode?

Travis had finally managed to show up for class! He was leaning his chin on his hand and smiling back at Stark as he listened.

The smile dropped right off into a look of shock and faint horror at the crustaceans though. Who put seafood in cupcakes??

"I didn't put them there," Stark told him, walking over. Maybe Travis needed baking help!

"You missed the shrump another day. And the trout. And the salmon." People were far too willing to put seafood in cupcakes. Those people were monsters.

"What the hell," Travis said. "Who packs these boxes?"

"I don't know. They change before I open them again." Travis had missed so many horrified faces from Stark this summer.

"I just try to accept it now."

"This freaking town," Travis said with a sigh. "At least you get to decide whether anyone should use whatever ingredients."

"That never stops Summer," Stark said with a small sigh. "But very few things do."

Summer was a force.

"I don't think anyone else would do it. Unless you're going to try and put lobster in desserts?"

"Yeah, Summer seems . . . incorrigible."

That was very politic, Travis.

"I am definitely not going to try to put lobster in desserts. I'm from Seattle. I know where seafood belongs."

"Summer is...Summer," Stark agreed, with a fond smile.

"I'm glad you aren't putting lobster in any desserts," he said, more seriously. "I'm not sure I could forgive that." He was fighting back a smile though. He forgave Summer all her food trespasses. He could forgive Travis. He would just have to make a very, very sad face at him for a while.

Not sad faces! Travis would not be able to handle sad faces. It'd be a very effective deterrent.

"Neither my mom, my best friend, nor my dead husband's memory would forgive me if I tried," Travis said. "Day-old grocery store sushi, sure. Seafood cupcakes? Never."

Stark had a very effective Big Sad Eye when he wanted to.

"I'm glad. I would hate to have to throw you out of here. I hope nobody you know would approve. Aside from Summer, of course."

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