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[writtendestiny]

I might be tempting fate by doing something relaxing, but--

[Poison trails off for a moment, muttering something just out of earshot of what the device is able to capture. While what she's saying can't quite be made out, it sounds scolding.]

I'm making some bread in the kitchens. Um. If anyone wants to join me I can personalise a roll for them.

[It's not too often that Poison actually offers out her company like that, but... she's feeling the need for some living companionship very keenly right now.]

Or we can just talk. That's fine, too.

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[tsuyoi_ame]

If the Daisy Darling ever comes back I'll make you some.

[Unless something major happens he does not think they are going to suddenly have the fixings for sushi here.

He moves in close, looking at what she is doing and the moment she says make it more interesting his eyes spark.]

Oh? What do you do?

[Whatever it is, he's in!]

[writtendestiny]

I like to put seeds in mine. And a little honey, to make it sweet.

[It all adds to the flavour, and Poison will always relish being able to do exactly what she wants. Right now, she's slowly kneading a lump of bread dough, having already worked through the first steps.

She is, of course, covered in a light dusting of flour.]

If you can wait until I'm done with this, we can start a new one.

[tsuyoi_ame]

That sounds delicious.

[Honey and seeds happen to be a familiar sweet addition to him and it makes him smile., He watches her as she needs, nodding as he takes a step back to give her space.

If she is covered in flour now, wait till they make a loaf together.]

I got time!

[writtendestiny]

Okay.

[She kneads the dough for a minute or so longer, then picks it up and drops it into a nearby bowl, covering it over with a cloth.]

We can leave that alone for a while. Get some warm water and flour and come over here, and we can start.

[tsuyoi_ame]

[Yamamoto watches her work; getting an idea of how to knead from observing.

When she instructs him he does as told, grabbing some flour and warm water to bring over to her. That stuff sure is puffy though, he may already have a little on the front of his shirt from getting it.]

Got it!!

[writtendestiny]

Maybe you should get an apron. [She tells him with a sidelong smile. Poison already has the yeast, salt and sugar on hand, and she moves the bowl off to one side to make room for another.

When she can find it, anyway.]

Part of the fun is getting messy.

[tsuyoi_ame]

[That comment makes him look down at his shirt and Yamamoto chuckles.]

Good idea.

[He gets an apron, tying it around himself as he steps up beside her with that usual excitement in his eyes. Another chuckle and grin.]

I know how to make messes.

[writtendestiny]

I had a feeling you might. [She replies with a wry smile.]

Bring the flour here. Pour it out until I tell you to stop.

[Measurements? What are they?]

[tsuyoi_ame]

It's one of my better talents. [He chuckles.]

Got it! [Over he comes, tipping it and begin to shake some out he snorts at the white cloud he momentarily creates before slowing himself down.

Measurements are for suckers!]

[writtendestiny]

[Not everyone will just launch in like that, and Poison finds that she laughs while she wafts her hand in front of her face to avoid breathing in the flour that puffed up around them.]

Ah! Alright, stop, stop. [She says, waving both hands at him and laughing again.]

That's enough. We can do the next part.

[tsuyoi_ame]

[Yamamoto for the most part launches into everything, laughing as the flour puffs up around him. He is able to stop it when she says, though the motion does puff up another while cloud and he has flour on his face already.]

Alright! What's next? [He asks with a wide grin.]

[writtendestiny]

[It's always fun to do something like this with somebody who is actually enjoying themselves.]

Now we need to make the dough. Make a well in the middle, and we're going to pour some warm water in there.

[After that, the yeast, sugar and salt comes next.]

[tsuyoi_ame]

[Yamamoto has a way of enjoying himself in doing almost anything. He even enjoys battles, most of them, some are obviously harder than others. But at the end of the day, it is near impossible to wipe the young man's smile from his face. He makes a decent-sized well in the middle of the flour. Of course, puffing some up which just makes him laugh.]

Haha! This stuff is really poofy! Is that big enough?

[As long as it is he'll watch her put water in, yeast, sugar, and salt, keeping an eye on the measurements as they go.]

[writtendestiny]

Yes, that's enough.

[She doesn't measure anything in cups or jugs as most people would in more 'modern' times, but she is careful to explain just how much she of each ingredient she's putting in in her own terms. Hopefully he can follow along.]

Okay, now this is the tricky part. Are you ready?

[tsuyoi_ame]

Okay!

[Honestly, she is probably easier to follow than normal modern times, Yamamoto is not one to explain things or do them the way most people do and he always learns better hands-on!]

You bet, what do we do now?

[writtendestiny]

Now we mix it. You should wash your hands first.

[And she will join him, because she's not planning to stand idly by while he gets his hands dirty.]

Then start folding it in on itself. It isn't going to look like much at first.

[tsuyoi_ame]

Got it.

[He makes sure to wash his hands thoroughly.

Then he picks up the dough, not quite understanding, he starts folding just small sections at a time]

Like this?

[writtendestiny]

Let me show you.

[At first, it's going to be a mess. Poison lightly nudges him aside then pushes her hands into the flour, folding it into the water mixture in the middle. It sticks to her fingers and she makes a face, but grins.]

See? It combines together.

[tsuyoi_ame]

So more like a squish.

[he makes the sound, grinning at her before he nudges in so they can do it together. When it sticks to his fingers he holds them up and wiggles them at her.]

It's sticky bread.

[writtendestiny]

[She snorts out a laugh that she looks instantly annoyed by, and presses her lips together for a moment.]

Put some flour on your hands. It'll still less. For a bit, anyway.

[Making bread is so messy, but so much fun.]

[tsuyoi_ame]

[Yamamoto can not help but grin wider, the hardest earned laughs and smiles are the most rewarding.]

Like this?

[And he dives his hands into the flour, pulls them out, and POOOF big white cloud of floury hell coming their way!]

[writtendestiny]

Ah!

[No, spirits, not like that. Too late now, and she's still laughing as she wafts her hands in front of herself to try and dissipate the cloud.]

Not exactly what I had in mind!