Who's that pokemon?

[beforetights]

Who: Cu Chulainn and Diarmuid
Where: Apartment 3
When: After 4/12
Summary: Cu Chulainn meets the new pokemon

[Diarmuid had gotten his hands on a big, strange egg. Cu Chulainn wasn't too sure what the egg was, even though Diarmuid had told him it was a pokemon egg. He had still tried to eat it at first, before Diarmuid stopped him and confiscated the egg. For several hours on end, Diarmuid had taken care of it, but it showed no sign of hatching. Cu Chulainn was starting to get a little annoyed at it.]

[Then at night, it had suddenly hatched into a strange creature, almost like a cross between a horse and a fish. Now, Cu Chulainn was glad that he hadn't tried to eat it. Of course, it was so tiny and delicate that Diarmuid did most of the handling. But Cu Chulainn was excited about getting to play with it in the morning.]

[Come morning, Cu Chulainn woke up late to fine his brother and the new pokemon gone. Not knowing where his brother had gone or what he was doing with the egg, Cu Chulainn sulks, lying down on his stomach in the living room. The puppies, first White and then Grey, clamber onto him, forming a dogpile. There they remain, not moving except for the puppies occasionally pawing at each other's faces. Only when they hear the squeaking of the door do they turn around.]

Comments

[smallspot]

Thank you!

[Diarmuid takes the bite and eats it more slowly than his brother ate his own. He wants to enjoy the taste.]

I wonder what other kinds of pies people make. Have you tried other kinds of pie? It sounded like you had. What were they?

[beforetights]

Um...I've eaten other sorts back during Samhain. I think the person who made them said they were berry pies. They were really, really sweet!

[smallspot]

Berry pies....those sounds really good!

[Diarmuid grins as a thought enters his mind.]

Maybe if we do well with the cakes, we can find out how to make pies too!

[beforetights]

[He nods eagerly.]

Then let's make the cakes right now!

[And he goes back to the scattered bowls on the floor.]

Okay, first we need flour.

[smallspot]

The flour is in a container on the counter!

[Diarmuid shifts Horsea slightly so he can point toward said item.]

There! Do you need my chair to get up there?

[beforetights]

I'll get my own chair.

[He goes to pull out another chair, standing on it so he can grab the flour. However, as he pulls it down, his hand slips and the flour drops to the floor, sending a puff of flour up into the air and covering Cu Chulainn, thus making him white from head to toe.]

[smallspot]

Oh no!

[Diarmuid giggles as the flour sends up its whitening dust cloud. Most of it seems to avoid the boy, but Horsea does sneeze and the puppies are not so lucky. They end up just as white as Cu Chulainn does.

At least White should be used to it?]

I don't think you needed quite that much flour, brother!

[beforetights]

[He sneezes twice, and the puppies also sneeze a few times. Each sneeze sends a small puff of flour sailing into the air. After he's done sneezing, Cu Chulainn laughs at his brother's comment.]

Especially not all over me!

[Thankfully, the puppies seem to know how to deal with it. They start by licking flour off of each other, and then start licking it off of their Master.]

Look, Brother, the puppies are helping!

[And he goes into a giggle fit because their tongues tickle.]

[smallspot]

Yay White! Yay Grey! Good job helping out!

[Diarmuid would be clapping his hands excitedly, but they are a little full at the moment, so instead he just rocks back and forth on his chair happily. Horsea makes a soft trumpeting sound and then squirts a bit of water toward Cu Chulainn and the puppies.]

Look! Horsea wants to help too! Do you want him to clean you off? Or should he wait until later when we are all done baking?

[Because it's not like this mess is going to get any smaller as things go on...]

[beforetights]

[Cu Chulainn looks up at Horsea as the puppies continue licking at him.]

Do you think he can wait? I'll be real quick, and then we can all clean up together.

[smallspot]

Of course!

[Horsea nods his head as if in agreement with Diarmuid's words.]

What is the next ingredient? Honey?

[beforetights]

[He quickly shakes his head.]

Nope! It's milk! Just like with a regular cake.

[smallspot]

And the milk is in the cold box!

[Diarmuid points toward the refrigerator.]

Don't drop it! The milk will spill.

[beforetights]

[Cu Chulainn nods and goes to open the fridge.]

Don't worry. I'll be careful. And even if I spill things, the puppies will help me clean up!

[smallspot]

That's true, but we don't want the puppies to get sick!

[Human food isn't the same as puppy food. At least, not here.]

And we don't want to waste food!

[beforetights]

You're right.

[He tries to be careful as he pulls the milk out. When he gets it out, he sets it down and starts pouring flour in the big bowl. Then, after half the bowl is filled with flour, he starts pouring in milk.]

How much do you think it'll take to turn all this flour into dough?

[smallspot]

I don't know. Dough has to be a little wet, but not too sticky or soupy! Start with a little and just add more as you need to?

[Diarmuid has watched people cook a few times, but not nearly enough to really know how making dough works.]

There are other wet things to add too, right?

[beforetights]

[He starts dumping the milk in, watching the flow grow greater until it completely covers the dough.]

I don't know. I just remember milk and dough and honey.

[smallspot]

Oh! Maybe that is all there is!

[Diarmuid watches as his brother pours the milk.]

Not everything has a lot of ingredients. Some things are really simple!

[beforetights]

[He watches as the milk sinks into the flour. Then, he reaches his hand in and tries to mix it up into dough.]

Ooh! It's all sticky! Do you wanna come try?

[Though some milk and flour splash out, the rest is forming into dough.]

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

I have to hold Horsea and I don't think he wants to get dough all over him.

[Horsea makes a trumpeting sound to show his agreement.]

You are doing a good job, brother! Keep it up!

[beforetights]

[He pouts, slightly disappointed that they can't knead the dough together. Of course, Cu Chulainn's version of kneading looks less like kneading than torturing. He yanks and punches the dough, treating it like it's an enemy.]

Look at the dough! Does it look like a cake yet?

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid catches the pout and frowns a little himself. Then, something pops into his mind that might make his brother a little happier.]

It does! It looks really good! You'll add the honey soon, right? And in the meantime, you should help me think of a name for Horsea! We can't just keep calling him that. He needs a real name.

[beforetights]

[After he thinks the dough is done, he grabs the honey.]

Don't worry. I'm adding it now!

[And he pours a large swirl of honey on the dough.]

You should name him! He's yours.

[smallspot]

More honey! More honey!

[Diarmuid giggles and then shakes his head.]

I know I should pick the name, but I want ideas! You might think of something better than me!