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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[it's amazing how someone determined can ignore a lot of snow and such, especially when snow tends to remind her of things she'd Rather Not Think About, but this particular someone is on a mission!

what mission, you ask? why to cook her husband something delicious, since he's been desperate for chocolate of late, apparently

and what's she using? why, the Secret Books of Saxon, of course. because really, where -else- would he put his most favourite recipes?

too bad Lucy's only a mediocre cook, baaaaaw. come make fun of her.



if you dare]

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor glances at the book.]

You may want to try a flambé. Something that's supposed to be on fire when you cook it. It makes for an impressive tableshow.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[gives him a withering look]

If you're such an expert, why don't you cook for him?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Mildly.]

Oh, I'm sure you'd rather do that.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Yay, it's Lucy!!
Diva peers over her shoulder}

Ne, what are you making?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[hi Diva!]

Ah, well. I'm not sure yet. Harry's been wanting chocolate and things, so I was thinking maybe a cake, but I'm not sure. Perhaps an entree would be better?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{oh man I forgot about that icon!}

Cakes are a little bit easier to make, though, aren't they?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Got you on a wild goose chase too, has he?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Hardly. Can't I make him something because I want to?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Ah, the wifely duties, of course.

[oliverplus]

[glances curiously at the other lady in the kitchen--and the very odd book she's carrying] Hey, whatcha making?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I haven't quite decided yet.

[oliverplus]

What are your choices?

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Sorin's nose may be a little wrinkled, ignore him]

...What are you cooking exactly?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I'm not quite sure. [looks at her stuff forlornly] It's all rather rubbish, though, isn't it?

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[This is Sorin's tactful face; he shall not be agreeing with that for fear of losing a lung or something equally vital] ...Oh, I wouldn't say that exactly. It could be better but- [Thoughtful pause] it could be a lot worse; I've seen far worse.

...Did you stick to the recipe?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[and it's Lucy's favourite face in the world!

He looks curiously over Lucy's shoulder at the book]

...well, if it does get a bit out of hand, hopefully all the snow will help contain any unexpected fires.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[oh yippie, it's Handy :|]

Are all of you convinced I'm going to burn the place down?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[♥!]

[he just shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck]

Oh, I don't know. Stranger things have happened, maybe you'll end up with something brilliant. Well, brilliant is a bit strong. Edible?

[and he continues leaning over, inspecting the book]

So what are you making then?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Queen Lucy, what a surprise to find you cooking!

May I ask what you're making, your highness?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Oh, well. I thought I'd do something for my husband.

I believe I've settled on chocolate cake.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

With your grace and worldliness, it's only natural that you possess many hidden talents.

Ah, but chocolate. What a delicious choice. Your husband is very lucky.

Can I be of any assistance, your highness?

[maturelildevil.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, Queen Lucy! What are you going to make?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I believe I've settled on chocolate cake, actually.

[roseoflegend.livejournal.com]

[Had to see what happens here!]

What're you going to make?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[all are welcome! though she knew one of the other Roses from a while ago, so don't mind if she's a little passive-aggressive]

I think a chocolate cake.