「a little birdie told me something special, something secret」

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[feistytrader]

...Should I give him the apron?

[The completely flour covered apron, much like how he's also completely flour covered...]

[mahouchrono]

It's fine.

[He'll hold up a hand. No worries, Silver, he's sure there's another one. One that's less flour covered.]

What are you making?

[descendend]

[ Spoilers: There's not and he's going to have to work with a towel around his waist. Or take over for Milla and he can have her cute frilly one. ]

These things called "poffins". They're from Silver's world and since we don't have a ton of options for dessert yet, I thought I'd try my hand at making some. That's why he's here in the first place. [ Also she probably hasn't fed him yet. This probably counts towards that though. ] They're moist, not crumbly, and soft enough to pull apart. No filling either.

[ Gently, gently... She'll fold it all together herself. ]

Also, apparently they're cooked in pots and you've gotta stir them until they're fully cooked. But not too fast.

[feistytrader]

[Weavile makes a bunch of arm gestures to help describe them better.]

Yeah. [...Man does he actually have to work with the really strange nice person- hey, no, don't make it weird, act natural, remember?

Jeez-]

[mahouchrono]

They sound interesting.

[And he has a name for the kid now. That's good.]

How can I help?

[descendend]

[ Into the pot it goes.... She'll pivot and hold out a wooden spoon to him. ]

You get to stir, while Silver and I take a break. Remember not to do it too fast.

[feistytrader]

As fast as you can without letting any spill out.

[He should correct that. Of course, Silver's not in the market for taking a break- he wants to see Mister Nice make poffins. Weavile climbs up onto Silver to get a good look too.]

[mahouchrono]

[He nods. As fast as he can? Well, he won't know until he tries. So time to start stirring.

... but Silver is staring at him. Huh.]

Aren't you taking a break?

[feistytrader]

I want to watch.

[Weavile nods; he's got their undivided attention.]

[mahouchrono]

If you're sure.

[He doesn't mind. He's just confused, especially with how skittish Silver was just before this.

But hey, he won't look a gift horse in the mouth.]

[feistytrader]

[Look, Milla likes you and you're making a treat for Pokémon. He's going to try to get along.

Besides, Ludger's stirring up something that looks a lot more like a poffin, and Silver glows a little while watching him. Keep stirring, keep stirring--!]

[mahouchrono]

[He doesn't really get it, but stirring is easy enough for him to do at least. He smiles a bit when he notices Silver watching more closely, but still remains focused on what he's doing.]

[feistytrader]

Stir faster now.

[It's halfway cooked at this point, and there's no way anything's gonna spill out. It has to be stirred as fast as possible to keep anything from burning.

Cooking mini games!]

[mahouchrono]

[He nods, before his movements quicken. Stirring faster is easy enough, even if he has to curl his arm around the bowl and hold it closer than before.]

[feistytrader]

[Impressive, gun guy. It looks like it's almost done, so Silver gets the tray full of the first try at making poffins so Ludger has somewhere to put it. Or maybe he can dramatically flip it in the air and have it land on the tray. Whatever fits his fancy, really.]

[mahouchrono]

[Considering he has no idea what to actually do with them? Nah. No fancy for him. He looks at the tray, curious as to what to do with them.

So

What do.]