"that looked easier on tv."
A soft rustle escaped her reddish lips reverberated through the environment in agreement with his statement, the brunette already regret her ever so brilliant idea of hunting the recipe for that specific foreign dessert as soon as her hazel orbs glanced upon the showcase of the results by a famous cosine chef and surely, an excited Baro whom looked a lot more like a two years old in a sugar rush instead of a twenty-two young man encouraging her antics couldn’t have a proper ending.
Yet, they were hungry and this certain dynamic duo didn’t exactly follow their ingenious brains in those situations as they submerged themselves into the depths of the boy’s kitchen, silently forgetting to pray in order to come out alive by the end of the day.
“And that’s exactly why people actually get paid to be in shows like masterchef.” She chuckled a playful response as she diverted her hazel orbs to the chocolate she has been attempting to melt for the least ten minutes without a proper result, shaking her head slightly as she finally notice the bottom of the pan becoming permanently ebony.
It looked like a disaster was bound to happened, though she was stubborn enough to choose not to run back to the other room and face the wrath of the dangerous environment.
“Hey, Baro, come here a sec-…” Her velvet voice was cut out short by the noisy echoing arising from the blender in the opposite counter of where she stood. “Oh my god, Sunwoo! Did you remember to put the lid on the-…” Once again, her statement was cut short as the cream and dough that should be neatly inside the electronic tainted her face, hair and clothes.
“You little-… It’s so on right now!” It didn’t matter he was in worse shape than she was as he was the closest to the untamed device, Ara reached for the flour on the sink seconds before tossing it on his taller frame.