OOC/IC ● VOICEMAIL

[straying]

Well, looks like you've reached the voicemail of Saya Minatsuki, which means I'm kinda busy. Sorry about that. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP!

[a bit of a laugh followed by a click!]

[ooc: You know the drill, don't you? :D Leave a message for either Saya or me (the mun) here~ Just mark it as IC or OOC to avoid any confusion~]

Comments

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Well, it would be if the food was ready. Let's hurry and get this done. Labor should never come before the meal.

[Whiiiiine.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Labor is generally what comes before every meal.

But you're the expert; how do we start?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yes, but it's not like I'm the one doing the laboring.

But well, boiling the water is normally the first step.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He hops up onto the counter and sits there, amused.]

Go ahead. I won't stop you.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[what no. She crosses her arms with a huff.]

Oh, I know you won't. You'll be too busy helping me out. Up and at 'em, Matthew!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He just leans back, grinning at her.]

Surely you can boil a pot of water by yourself?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Simple jobs reserved for the guy from medieval times~

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Simple jobs reserved for the one here who can't cook!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[ASD;LKFKJADF]

You suck!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Smiiiiile.]

The water isn't boiling yet, is it?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[: T]

I'm not cooking for you!

[again- NO ONE REMIND HER]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...]

Fine, fine! Let's do it together.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... what, boiling water?

[... she laughs.]

That's kind of pathetic.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

No. Cooking dango.

You're still the one boiling the water.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

No way, you are.

[She sticks her tongue out at him before grinning.]

It's more efficient. I know the next step. Just swallow your pride and put the stove on, Matthew. It's your kitchen.

[1/2]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[... :T

Why is that logical.]

[2/2]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

Fine, fine. This time, I'll do it. Start the next step.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[A laugh and she nods.]

Don't have to tell me twice.

[There's some rummaging around around the bag of ingredients. Go along, thief.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Yes, yes. Pot + water onto stove. He's gotten used to modern appliances over his year spent here, at least?

Doot de doot.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[NOW WITH 150% LESS FAIL. MAYBE.

Give her a moment as she replays the memories of anxiously waiting for her dango to be ready.

At some point she does get around to preparing the dough.

Humming again to fill the silence. ♫]

Dango dango daaaaango~ ♪

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[LOLOLOL ILU

La la la a watched pot never boils and all of that--

But then it does start to boil.]

Oh there!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... why is he adorable he's not supposed to be adorable-

... Snerk. Oh, what could it hurt?]

I wasn't aware spies were supposed to be so [unfairly cuuuute] easily engrossed.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...Blink. Blink.

...


........

He's kind of. At a loss for words there.]

I wasn't easily engrossed. I was paying attention to all sorts of things.

How is the dough coming, anyway?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

It's just about ready if you're all set to lend me a set of hands here

[Messy part! There's a quick glance around for anything that could be used as a weapon of mass deliciousness.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He wanders over curiously, tilting his head.]

What do we have to do with this?