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mylittlejamjar2015-08-11 12:42 am
crapfully) wrote in mylittlejamjar2015-08-11 12:42 am
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not an offense at all (visual)
[Hey, guess what, it's Strong Bad.
Guess what else, he's wearing a black apron. And he's chilling in the kitchen, bowls and morsels laid before him. There's also a plate of cookies toward the edge of the table, all colors.]
You ever have those nights when you just need to get your hands dirty and make something? 'Cause I do. So I've made about three dozen cookies in the last two hours, and no way can I eat that much. I mean...I can, but I shudder to think of what my girth would begin to resemble.
So y'know what? For once, I'll give y'all something. No strings attached. Come on down to the shack and take it---and if you want to help me perfect these more exotic recipes, come on down.
Guess what else, he's wearing a black apron. And he's chilling in the kitchen, bowls and morsels laid before him. There's also a plate of cookies toward the edge of the table, all colors.]
You ever have those nights when you just need to get your hands dirty and make something? 'Cause I do. So I've made about three dozen cookies in the last two hours, and no way can I eat that much. I mean...I can, but I shudder to think of what my girth would begin to resemble.
So y'know what? For once, I'll give y'all something. No strings attached. Come on down to the shack and take it---and if you want to help me perfect these more exotic recipes, come on down.
[Action]
What do you mean 'there's no way I'm letting Kafei win this one'?
[Now she just eyes him skeptically. Just what are you planning, SB?]
Are you both in an argument? Or competing against each other or something?
[Action]
He thinks we can't make something he'll like. We're gonna prove him wrong.
[Action]
[Oh no he didn't. She's just quiet a moment, eyes wide, before she flashes Strong Bad another one of her wide, proud grins, a fire of determination in her eyes.]
He thinks so, huh? Well, he certainly doesn't complain when I make something! [...Feena, cooking and baking are two different things.] And from what I can tell, you're wonderful at baking! Strong Bad...
[Her expression is now dead serious.]
We'll bake such delicious cookies, it'll knock his pants off. Let's do this.
[Action]
...why does he wear pants, anyway?
Come on, we're winning this one. Sugar, eggs, flour, powder, chocolate, let's go!
[He's hauling everything to the kitchen in a whirlwind of activity.]
Could you turn the oven on? First thing, we wanna make sure it's nice and hot before we shove anything in.
[Action]
[She'll have to ask Kafei why he wears them when she sees him next. With a nod, she walks over to the oven. And turns the temperature all the way up.]
That good?
[FEENA NO]
[Action]
No! Uh. I mean. Sorry. Should've given you a temperature. 350'll do it.
Then we mix the powder stuff---flour, baking soda, salt. See the measuring cups? Three of the big one of flour, one little spoon each of baking soda and salt.
[Action]
[Feena turns the temperature to 350, and walks over to Strong Bad, to watch what he's doing for a moment. She then looks over at the measuring cups. Okay, she can do this.]
Got it. [She picks up the bag of flour and just... begins to dump it into one of the measuring cups, some flour spilling on the table. There's probably a less messy way to do this, but...]
[Action]
[He leans over and uses a spatula to swipe flour off the top, ensuring the measurements that go in are precise.]
You gotta watch your measurements. Too much flour, it's stiff and crumbly. Too little, it's a sheet of buttery goo. And speaking of butter, I'll go mush it. You got the sugar?
[And that is what he does, though he keeps watching her nervously .]