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[nitro_is_ace]

So, the years have not helped Ace's baking ability. The girl responsible for sentient evil cookie dough has been all but banned from Annie Wells' kitchen, unless being watched like a hawk, and only when making something simple. Like a glass of water.

But then Ace saw a cooking show. And they made Christmas Pudding.

And it's set on fire.

There's no gainsaying Annie's ban, but there's no one to stop her from baking here in Milliways.

That's why there's a pyro in the kitchen, happily rifling through all of the bottles of alcohol she brought with her.

Fear, Milliways.

Comments

[nitro_is_ace]

"From what I've read, y'supposed t'light the alcohol on fire in the pan, and then ladle that over the puddin'." She pauses, and considers this. "Might work better just pourin' it over the puddin' directly, I don't think there's a long enough ladle."

[creator_raven]

"We could be for making one."

Or maybe Raven has one in his pocket.

Somewhere.

Just give him a minute.






Or three.

[nitro_is_ace]

"... Do I want to know why you're carryin' around ladles?" Ace asks dubiously.

[creator_raven]

"They are sometimes for being useful for lava."

What?

[nitro_is_ace]

"What, adobe isn't good enough anymore?" Ace does not want to know what he's doing with lava. Really. Probably having lavaball fights with Coyote.

[creator_raven]

"That is not so much for flowing from beneath the earth."

He is just saying.

(Though now that she mentions lava fights with Coyote . . . )

[nitro_is_ace]

"No, but last I checked y'were a bird, not a mole."

Crawling, flowing, same thing.

[creator_raven]

He draws himself up in what might be a huff.

"I am, I think, not so limited as that, yes?"

How cruel, Ace!

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace rolls her eyes at him and his huff, and pokes at the warming alcohol with a spoon.

"Y'can be anything y'set your mind to. Which is utter an' complete bollocks but Kitten's school will keep on sayin' it."

[creator_raven]

"Most things, perhaps."

He laughs.

"But some things are, I think, not so easily changed."

Sadly.

(Or not so sadly, as the case may be.)

[nitro_is_ace]

"Yes, I know, you're a fixture an' a national treasure an' whatnot." Ace replies distractedly - the alcohol is steaming, so surely it's hot enough now?

She shrugs and rifles through her pockets for a lighter anyhow.

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts.

The alcohol obligingly lights itself.