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Baking Quest
Mar. 29th, 2016 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moon_leafWho: Rio and ya'll.
What: Searching for animals andwrassalin' capturing them.
Where: In the fields and forest over yonder.
When: Weekends in March.
It was great that things were settling into some bizarre form of normalcy despite reality trying its absolute hardest to remain otherwise. He didn't try to think too hard on the people who were missing or just up and disappeared because it was pretty sad to think about. When he couldn't avoid it, it reminded him of what else he was missing in this life. Cake.
Cakes! Turnovers! Pies! Cookies! Eclairs! Cupcakes! Brownies! Everything that was baked, delightfully sweet and bad for you in excess. Everything that was perfect to gorge on in excess because you were sad so that makes it totally okay. And since you were sad, no one judged you even when you finished the whole skillet of cinnamon rolls by yourself. Which he would never admit to ever doing.
The only thing that was stopping him from fattening up the mansion with so many cakes was a lack of fresh ingredients. You needed things like eggs, milk and cream, which he couldn't just hop over to a corner store and pick up. He also didn't want to use what he assumed were eons-old packets of dry milk in the pantry, because at that point he was better off serving mud pies (that would probably taste better, too). No, to get what he wanted, they needed animals.
During the weekends, Rio scavenged some rope from around the mansion, found himself a small pull-wagon which he loaded with supplies for the day and headed out to the fields and forest to catch some animals. He didn't expect to find any cows chillin' out there, but a couple chickens or egg-laying creatures. Maybe he could even start a tiny farm with whatever he or anyone else found out there. As long as it was used to meet his delicious, delicious end goal, even a goat would do.
What: Searching for animals and
Where: In the fields and forest over yonder.
When: Weekends in March.
It was great that things were settling into some bizarre form of normalcy despite reality trying its absolute hardest to remain otherwise. He didn't try to think too hard on the people who were missing or just up and disappeared because it was pretty sad to think about. When he couldn't avoid it, it reminded him of what else he was missing in this life. Cake.
Cakes! Turnovers! Pies! Cookies! Eclairs! Cupcakes! Brownies! Everything that was baked, delightfully sweet and bad for you in excess. Everything that was perfect to gorge on in excess because you were sad so that makes it totally okay. And since you were sad, no one judged you even when you finished the whole skillet of cinnamon rolls by yourself. Which he would never admit to ever doing.
The only thing that was stopping him from fattening up the mansion with so many cakes was a lack of fresh ingredients. You needed things like eggs, milk and cream, which he couldn't just hop over to a corner store and pick up. He also didn't want to use what he assumed were eons-old packets of dry milk in the pantry, because at that point he was better off serving mud pies (that would probably taste better, too). No, to get what he wanted, they needed animals.
During the weekends, Rio scavenged some rope from around the mansion, found himself a small pull-wagon which he loaded with supplies for the day and headed out to the fields and forest to catch some animals. He didn't expect to find any cows chillin' out there, but a couple chickens or egg-laying creatures. Maybe he could even start a tiny farm with whatever he or anyone else found out there. As long as it was used to meet his delicious, delicious end goal, even a goat would do.
