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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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[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!