simonvaswani:
If he was being honest, it had taken some time for Joey to grow on him. Joey was a nice enough guy, but he was reckless, immature, and a little naive to the way the world worked at the best of times. Despite it all, somehow, he’s become a little fond of him. He had a good heart, a good nature, and with a little patience, Simon figured he’d be able to help him learn a little. Even if that meant helping him learn how to cook. At first, he had a hard time imagining Joey didn’t know how to cook, or bake, but the more he thought of it the more it made sense. Joey was rich, and he always had been, which meant he hadn’t grown up having to cook for his parents, having to make sure he got it all just right.
For a while, Simon thought he’d been on track, he’d corrected him every time he strayed from the recipe, and he’d seemed to be getting it— but every time he turned back around he seemed to be fucking it up again. “Joe,” he stopped, putting his hand out to cover the bowl Joey was about to dump flour straight from the bag into. “The measuring cups are in the drawer, go get them.” He said softly, trying his best not to sound like a disappointed parent. He probably should’ve elaborated further on why he couldn’t just dump it in without checking how much to use, but he’d always been a man of few words.
Baking wasn’t entirely a forte of Joey’s, or really any type of cooking, but something not being in his wheel house hadn’t stopped him before so why would it when the topic of christmas cookies came up. It sounded fun and it couldn’t of been that hard, of course they wouldn’t be like the dozen and dozen of cookies that covered the christmas party dessert tables, but they were homemade they didn’t have to be. They just had to taste good and with all the ingredients collected already to do that it couldn’t be that easy to screw up, at least that’s what he thought. The reminders and comments steering him in a direction had probably been most of the conversation from Simon at this point and that gave him an inkling he hadn’t exactly being doing it the correct way. He was still optimistic however that he was doing it a way and that whatever off course actions he took the cookies would be alright.
He double checked the recipe to the side of the bowl and looked around for the measuring cups finding none of them laid out. Maybe they were in the sink used up, or maybe they never had them out. It was only two cups that wasn’t much he could probably eyeball it and the flour bag wasn’t over flowing it wouldn’t be hard to control. Just as about to pour the flour into the bowl a warning call of his name stopped him and if that hadn’t Simon hand would have made his two cups of flour go anywhere but the bowl. “ You sound like Ursula, ‘Busunge no don’t touch that it’s too hot, or Joey that doesn’t go in there’” Joey teased with a chuckle as he put the flour down and went to find the measuring cups. He opened a few of the drawers, finding some silverware in one, sauce packets and things in the other, but no measuring cups. “ You know, I think I could of eyeballed it, still have time to if you trust me.”
















