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[souffle_girlek]

Early in the morning, before most of the bar is awake, a tiny time traveler visits the kitchen. She would stay at home for a late-night snack, usually, but...

Well.

Ace already knows way too much about the Wells' romantic life, and about one picosecond downstairs at the farm let her know that sticking around would only teach her more. And since Bar was getting a break in the quiet hours of the night, Ace decides to fetch a snack herself. It's really too bad she left her current project on top of the microwave when she left.

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"Well, you see, it's not as easy as going 'yay, souffle'... well, actually, that's pretty much the whole plan, but you have to make it a flavor first, and there's all sorts of flavors." Oswin explain, her nerves translating to babble as she leads them into the kitchen.

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Re: Autor finds the salt

[herr_bookman]

Autor does as instructed, finding a smaller saucepan. "And this is for the chocolate chips?"

Re: Autor finds the salt

[souffle_girlek]

"Yup - we're just going to get them right to melting, and the bit of butter will smooth them out faster, and just dump that straight into the bechamel. Oh, and some sugar."

It'd probably help if she wrote this down at some point, but she's made it so often that usually it's not the steps that trip her up.

Re: Autor finds the salt

[herr_bookman]

"Ah, I see," Autor says, adjusting his glasses. He melts the butter, lifting the pan and tilting it from side to side to spread the butter around. "Have the chips?"

Re: Autor finds the salt

[souffle_girlek]

"Mmmm..." She hums, going back to rummage through the pantry again. "Here we go, nice big bag." Oswin may be a tiny bit partial to the chocolate ones, but they're just so rich.

Re: Autor finds the salt

[herr_bookman]

Autor opens the bag and starts pouring the chips into the pan. They clink and clatter, but Autor notices a leg of a spider. "Oh, gross," he says, wrinkling his nose. "Oswin, there's a--"

And that's when he glances back to the bag and sees the half dozen wolf spiders skittering over his hands.

Re: Autor finds the salt

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin yalps, wide-eyed and startled and OH DEAR LORD THEY SKITTER.

You know, for someone that makes bots that look remarkably like spiders, you'd think she'd be more calm about the real thing.

She helpfully tries to fling them off with her spoon, but of course that means there's spiders flying to all corners of the kitchen.

Re: Autor finds the salt

[herr_bookman]

Autor screams and drops the bag immediately--which lands in the saucepan. There are spiders and they tickle him and they've got fangs and eyes and--he squeaks and leaps back from the oven, brushing them off his hands and forearms.

He steps on one with a satisfying crunch.

"Why are they so big?" he screeches.

Re: Autor finds the salt

[souffle_girlek]

"I don't know!" Oswin flails when one clings to the spoon with a remarkable amount of tenacity. "They must be alien mutant spiders!"

...

Logical deduction and all that.

Re: Autor finds the salt

[herr_bookman]

Click. Click. Autor turns the heat off after making sure he's not covered by any eight-legged terrors. He seizes Oswin's hand and drags her out of the kitchen with a quiet, terrified, "Run!"

Re: Autor finds the salt

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin offers no resistance, abandoning her spider-infested spoon in her flight.

Later, a note is posted to the message board apologizing to the rats, and promising their favorite caramel-covered nut mix for cleaning up the mess (and the spiders).

It might be a while before Oswin bakes with chocolate again.

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