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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 3:13:40 GMT
The little radio that usually kept the students entertained was broken again, and so Diane had brought down her own set of speakers, which could attach to her iPod luckily, as she spun it onto a random mix she had made. She dared not put it in on random, since she had some very obscure things in there.
She was busy humming along to the music while she chopped up her vegetables, making sure that each of them were completely different sizes to make every bite different. "Don't wanna be second best, don't wanna stand in line, don't wanna.. fall behind." she was singing quite loudly, pretty sure that no one else was around.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Dec 16, 2009 3:28:31 GMT
Brynn had been wandering around all night with not much to do when he heard some music from the kitchen. He was on his way there anyways to maybe make some sort of sweet, maybe a tart of some kind. Upon arriving though he noticed Diane. He hadn't talked to her in awhile and wondered whether or not he wanted to go in there. Regardless he stepped in hearing her singing.
"Nice singing." He smiled walking up next to her watching her chop up the vegetables in different shapes. "What'cha making?" He asked with a small smile.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 3:32:51 GMT
She turned around, seeing that he was standing there, listening to her singing. Her face burned and she turned back to furiously chopping the veg. Suddenly, she was uncertain how to greet him. With Antosha, it was simple, they would always just hug and hold each other, but would that be too much for Brynn. "Hey," she told him, taking out her frustration onto the vegetables. "Long time no see," she commented with a smile, taking a large juicy pepper and slicing into it. "I was thinking of making a stir-fry thing. Just lots of veg, some paprika, maybe put it with noodles?" she said with a shrug.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Dec 16, 2009 3:48:45 GMT
Brynn saw her blush. "It's okay you have a nice voice." He smiled turning to lean his back against the counter while he messed with his long sleeve shirt. "Why not add some shrimp, nothing fancy just some frozen ones." He smiled. "And noodles are super good." He went to go grab a pot to start cooking them. "I'll help." He said beginning to fill the pot with water. It was awkward again. Like when they hadn't been really good friends. He sighed. He was happy for the music filling the silence. He began boiling the water slowly looking at it. With not much to do he decided to bake some desert as he started getting ingredients to make snicker doodles.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 16, 2009 3:53:19 GMT
She smiled, telling him, "Hey, shrimp.. sounds like a good idea," she'd said, although she'd always been a little afraid of cooking with fish. "Do you have any?" she asked, going back to the fridge and pulling out twice as many ingredients now it seemed that she would probably be having to cook enough for the two of them, "You going to be wanting some?" she asked him, also thankful for the music in the background. It was light, not imposing or obnoxious but still sufficiently distracting.
She walked back to the chopping board with the new vegetables, putting them down and silently slicing them.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Dec 17, 2009 2:04:47 GMT
"Uhm, I think we do." He opened the freezer pulling out a bag of frozen shrimp. "This should do." He said placing it on the counter. He wondered if he would want any. "Uhm It would be nice." He said with an embarrassed smile. He wondered vaguely if he should tell Diane about Anto kissing him. However he decided against it and began mixing in the eggs to his snicker doodle dough. After the eggs he added the dry ingredients and then made the cinnamon coating. He was at loss for words feeling awkward around Diane. He looked around for the noodles before noticing they were near Diane. "Hey Diane can you hand me the noodles?" He asked her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 17, 2009 2:17:12 GMT
She looked over, noticing they were right by her side. "Oh!" she said, passing them over to him and then turning to her own cooking, throwing the chopped vegetables into a wok. "Yours smells amazing, I love cinnamon..." she commented, moving over to the bench and grabbing some vegetable stock and crumbling a cube into the food.
It was odd how little they spoke, but they both knew exactly what was meaning to be said. It was as if they were both trying to prove that they were a friendship without Antosha spurring them on, bringing them close together. She sighed, realising she would have to bite the bullet sooner or later. "So hows you and Antosha? Was I wrong?" she asked, trying to concentrate on adding water and spices to her mix.
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Post by Brynn Ciel Devereux on Dec 18, 2009 1:50:09 GMT
Brynn smiled. "Good cause these will be nice a cinnamon-y. " He said with a grin. Brynn tossed the noodles into the pot watching them bend and soften in silence. The next question brought on another silence. He knew this was coming but in no way prepared for it. He took a breath. "Kind of wrong." He said to her without much else. He didn't want to get to into it but knew that they'd have to talk about it, maybe not now, but eventually. He sighed placing the cookies in the oven the smell of cinnamon filling the room rather quickly.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 18, 2009 2:01:21 GMT
"Oh?" she asked, looking up at him as she put in the last of the paprika, running over to the cuboard and smelling each of the spices in turn to see which ones would go with the strange concoction. "Give the veg a stir, would you?" she asked, putting away the basil as the definite 'no'.
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