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Understandable..I’m sure they know you aren’t ignoring them on purpose.
I hope so…
That probably sounds weird
Nodding him a thanks, she moved her elbow so that it was not going to be digging into his side. “Thank you.” she said as he went to get the baking powder. Delorean let out a small laugh as he handled and measured the baking powder as if it were going to implode if he were to make one false move. “I actually don’t. My father loves Sinatra. So I grew up with it playing sometimes from his study that was in the basement. With him playing it all the time, has made me love it.”
Watching him dump the baking soda into the large mixing bowl, Delorean tilted her head up to look at the ceiling. Not because she saw something, but because she was thinking of the next move. “Next we are going to need half a teaspoon of salt. and…” trailing off, she grabbed a smaller mixing bowl and looked for the eggs. Spotting them, she grabbed one and cracked it into the bowl. Placing the shell back in it’s spot for the moment, Delorean picked up a whisk and started to whisk the egg. “It’s alright. This is simple stuff. No need to worry about turning it into charcoal. I will hand with the making of the pancakes.” She smiled. “Could you get 2 tablespoons of butter and melt it into a bowl or measuring cup?”
“Oh yeah? My dad loved him too, I think he may have been Sinatra’s biggest fan. If he was in a movie my dad was sure to watch it and love it.” Zero smiled at the memory of his father. Because of Zero’s dad he has an undying love for classic movies and Sinatra. “I don’t know I’ve always loved the big band kind of music. I always wished I could sing like Frank and dance like Astaire.” Zero added as he got out the butter and handed her the salt from atop his fridge. He grabbed a mug and placed in the right amount of butter. He was tempted to just stick the mug in the oven or on top of a eye on the stove, but thankfully decided against it and went with his trusty microwave.
Five minutes should melt the butter just fine in Zero’s mind. “Good dancing music too.” Zero smiled leaning against the counter watching her crack eggs. She was a lot better at it then he was, he always got shell in the eggs. The good news was that he was great at getting them out of the yolk too. After a couple of minutes he began to hear a sizzle and popping sound from the microwave. The butter had began to boil out of the mug and decorate his microwave. Zero pulled it out scorching his finger tips. “Ouch, shit.” He began to fan the mug and added in a bit more butter to make up for the overflow. “Might want to let that cool a second.” Zero said running his finger under the cold tap.
So you don’t just get a three month break from work?
I wish, but no. I try to find something else to do while on break.
Secretly, she was glad his home was not too big. Usually big homes intimidated her. Her eyes gazed up a bit to the staircase that had books housed there. It made her smile a bit. Looking over to her left, she saw the kitchen and walked towards it. It was a good sized kitchen. About the size of her own, just a bit less to it than her own. But she didn’t mind the tightness. Her brother and her used to cook together and they’d usually be back to back. “It’s nice to be over, and not a problem. You don’t have to thank me for everything Zero, like I said, it is what friends do. And I have full faith that you did.” Delorean smiled and walked over to the two paper bags.
Watching him grab them, she proceeded to watch him unpack everything. Reaching over to him, she patted his shoulder. “You got everything correct.” Looking at the syrups that he purchased, her eyes lit up. “I love Raspberry Syrup. It is my favorite.” She laughed a bit and looked over to the pans and bowls that he had out. “It’s quite alright. I understand, some weeks, it is just take out after take out. Or just bumming food off of Hatter.” Shrugging, she looked around for the measuring cup. Spotting it, she grabbed it and the placed the larger bowl in front of her. Pouring two cups of flour, and then dumping it in the bowl, she glanced up and smiled a bit to see Zero walking with a beat. “Would you like to get 2 and a half teaspoon of baking soda for me?”
Zero was thrilled he got her favorite syrup, glad that he didn’t get one she hated. Even happier that he got everything she needed. “2 and a half teaspoons. Okay…” Zero wedged himself beside her and grabbed out the measuring spoons. He couldn’t remember the last time he used theses. Yes he could, it was the other day actually he ran out of clean spoons and didn’t feel like washing dishes so he ate his cereal with them. Not the best idea of his. Zero measured out the baking soda like he was measuring an explosive mix while humming along to Sinatra. “I hope you don’t mind the music.”
2 and half teaspoons were carefully dumped into the large mixing bowl, Zero feeling quite accomplished by completing such a task. “I’m not really a cook kind of person. The last time I actually cooked food food, I sort of accidentally made charcoal.” He shrugged. Zero could make tea, eggs, cereal, and toast. That was his limit with cooking.
Because school is done. What happens when school is done? Do you just stop working?
Well I still need to keep stock of the books and all. But we close down while the is school is out.
*smirks* I bet you do. Wait, you work at the school, right?
Yeah at the library, why?
*laughs* I’m kidding with you. I just saw you two talking earlier while I was at the park. She is very nice, though. Good family. Her brother owns the tea shop with Maddog.
Oh really? *laughs* That’s nice, yeah I enjoy her company.
She put all her faith into him that he would find the right ingredients, it would not be too hard would it? Just simple little things. Though, she re considered changing out of her nice work clothes into something more cooking worthy. Finding an old shirt that she didn’t care would get dirty, delorean pulled her long hair up into a ponytail. Her mother always had to remind her to pull up her hair before cooking. Well, that was the number one rule.
Leaving her home, Delorean made her way down to Zero’s home. Delorean felt sad for the man, he seemed so happy and she hoped this food would help ease him a bit. Rolling her shoulders a bit, she came up to his home and gave a short knock to the door. Waiting for a minute, she smiled as he opened the door, obviously out of a few breathes. “Hello.” She laughed a bit and smiled at him. “Thank you for inviting me over to make food.” She said before walking in and looking around. Turning on her heel to face him, she clasped her hands together. “So, lead the way to the kitchen and we can get to work on cooking.”
Zero didn’t have a big house it was two stories sure, but only the bedroom and a small bathroom were on top and there wasn’t even a door to hide the master suite as its called. When he got the place the realtor said something about a studio style, he didn’t remember or really cared. Everything else was downstairs out and in the open. You came in and the first thing you saw was stairs that Zero half used as a bookcase. To the left was his kitchen, a small thing just enough room to stick two bodies in if you didn’t mind getting close. Zero motioned towards it smiling. “Glad to have you over and thanks in advance for the pancakes. I hope I got everything.” He said a bit worried he hadn’t.
Zero grabbed the two paper bags filled with his spoils from his shopping adventure. “I got eggs, milk, baking soda, flour. I hope its the right kind. And just about every kind of syrup you can imagine. Raspberry, blueberry, maple, you name it I got it.” He smiled as he unpacked the little jugs. “Everything is freshly cleaned too. I don’t really cook much, so there was a little dust.” He shrugged. Who needs to cook when there’s delivery and microwaves. Come Dance With Me was playing softly in the background causing Zero to sort of walk with the beat.