[ lucky for paul, falco had learned more than a thing or two about cooking, both at south sister (where it became a pastime) and santa rosita. after hearing about . . . straining rice with your bare hands, paul, falco had decided it was under his care to take his elder brother figure in as his pupil. that’s right: falco’s going to teach you how to cook. every month, three times a week and then some, if paul wanted more. falco would stay more than occupied, which was great— he would watch videos all over the omni and prepare easy to go to notes. today, there was cake involved. and more, since falco wanted to prep many things for the true birthday man.
he’s good at faking it. he’s very good, ironically, at making sure he blends in and seems earnest when he’s, in fact, lying. it’s all part of once being a warrior candidate, but for now, he didn’t have to think about any of that. he could just simply be a child, excited about paul’s birthday and keeping it a surprise.
the challenge: a layered vanilla confetti cake, where the confetti is actually fruit. this one’s a toughie, but falco has managed to bring at least every utensil needed in the kitchen for whatever recipe he wanted to try. including something to strain rice (he doesn’t exactly mention yet that this kit is part of his gift. he’ll figure it out later, he supposed). ]
Okay, um— we don’t have an electric mixer, so we can take turns with our hands after.
[ and egg beaters, of course, or two forks held together, as falco would teach ye old ways of cooking when technology wasn’t all the rage yet. with most of the ingredients prepared in separate plates and bowls, it’s time for a bunch of egg cracking. six egg whites and two egg yolks, it says on the listed steps. falco brought the eggs. and a friend he’s delighted for paul to meet as soon as he wakes up from his nap. for now, eggs! ]
I can show you how to separate them. I’ll just need the ones in my bag.
[ falco points at the main flap with floury white fingers close by; there’s a container with eggs, prodding right out. and also a massive, ostrich sized confetti egg. ]
wildcard! (pre-party cooking!)
he’s good at faking it. he’s very good, ironically, at making sure he blends in and seems earnest when he’s, in fact, lying. it’s all part of once being a warrior candidate, but for now, he didn’t have to think about any of that. he could just simply be a child, excited about paul’s birthday and keeping it a surprise.
the challenge: a layered vanilla confetti cake, where the confetti is actually fruit. this one’s a toughie, but falco has managed to bring at least every utensil needed in the kitchen for whatever recipe he wanted to try. including something to strain rice (he doesn’t exactly mention yet that this kit is part of his gift. he’ll figure it out later, he supposed). ]
Okay, um— we don’t have an electric mixer, so we can take turns with our hands after.
[ and egg beaters, of course, or two forks held together, as falco would teach ye old ways of cooking when technology wasn’t all the rage yet. with most of the ingredients prepared in separate plates and bowls, it’s time for a bunch of egg cracking. six egg whites and two egg yolks, it says on the listed steps. falco brought the eggs. and a friend he’s delighted for paul to meet as soon as he wakes up from his nap. for now, eggs! ]
I can show you how to separate them. I’ll just need the ones in my bag.
[ falco points at the main flap with floury white fingers close by; there’s a container with eggs, prodding right out. and also a massive, ostrich sized confetti egg. ]