Post by Frank "Sunny" Laffont on Feb 28, 2014 18:09:11 GMT -6
Technically speaking, Frank probably shouldn't have been near a kitchen. That meant both in general terms: as in students weren't likely to be allowed into that section of the school just as a general rule, and in specific terms: meaning putting Frank in the vacinity of various kitchen appliances probably portained a fair amount of disaster. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Frank had managed to get into the kitchen anyway. She'd even gotten her hands on a handful of those aforementioned kitchen appliances, foremost among them being a pretty large mixer and bowl and the oven.
Frank had gotten a white baker's hat from somewhere, and it now perched atop her head, set at a slightly off-kilter angle, almost as if threatening to slide off her head with a sharp head wiggle. Bits of various white grainy substances had bene splattered about Frank. It was mostly flour, though there was probably a decent smattering of sugar here and there as well. Her nose looked like she'd probably taken a nose dive into the batter at some point. It was hard to say whether this was an actuality or not.
"C is for cookie~" sang Frank (badly), as she battered the dough, "that's good enough for me~ C is for cookie, that's good enough for me~ C is for... you know, Cookie Monster was not a brilliant song-writer," this last wasn't sang so much as spoken as Frank stopped, considering. She tapped her hand to her lips for a bit. "But the tune's catchy, and it does get to the point, so I guess we can't really fault him for his lack of originality.
"C IS FOR COOKIE, AND THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!" she nearly roared, before attacking the sugar cookies again. Yeah, they were supposed to be sugar cookies, though it was hard to say what they were, given the batter that lay in that bowl right now. A mess was probably the most accurate description. Frank turned to look at the oven, flicking her hands at it, willing it to be ready for cookie insertion. Cuz this batch was totes ready to go.
Frank had gotten a white baker's hat from somewhere, and it now perched atop her head, set at a slightly off-kilter angle, almost as if threatening to slide off her head with a sharp head wiggle. Bits of various white grainy substances had bene splattered about Frank. It was mostly flour, though there was probably a decent smattering of sugar here and there as well. Her nose looked like she'd probably taken a nose dive into the batter at some point. It was hard to say whether this was an actuality or not.
"C is for cookie~" sang Frank (badly), as she battered the dough, "that's good enough for me~ C is for cookie, that's good enough for me~ C is for... you know, Cookie Monster was not a brilliant song-writer," this last wasn't sang so much as spoken as Frank stopped, considering. She tapped her hand to her lips for a bit. "But the tune's catchy, and it does get to the point, so I guess we can't really fault him for his lack of originality.
"C IS FOR COOKIE, AND THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!" she nearly roared, before attacking the sugar cookies again. Yeah, they were supposed to be sugar cookies, though it was hard to say what they were, given the batter that lay in that bowl right now. A mess was probably the most accurate description. Frank turned to look at the oven, flicking her hands at it, willing it to be ready for cookie insertion. Cuz this batch was totes ready to go.