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Passersby watch as a baker spins dough in the air to make a pizza in a Times Square pizzeria, February 22, 1958.
Photo: Marty Lederhandler for the AP via WHNT
Homemade pepperoni pizza
Making the Perfect Pizza
Pairing: None Prompt: Making the perfect pizza
In all honesty, Marmalade knew there were reasons he was, by order of the Great Lapis (his beloved older brother) and their roommate the Maleficent Sable (his best friend's elder brother), banned from cooking in the kitchen. He was, in truth, a terrible cook. Oh, he could make drinks like magic, especially his honeyed hot chocolate, but cooking? Actual, true, blue cooking?
There was a reason they had tomato splatters staining the white ceiling, and it wasn't just because Jasper threw a tomato against the ceiling that one time he attempted to juggle in the kitchen. That was one time, though, and they mostly had it cleaned up.
Ryan making pizza 🍕. And yeah, that hair definitely looks looks short again under the cap. ♥️
I know looking at the pizza dough once every hour won't help it rise but I bet if feels nice to be given this much attention so I think I'll do it anyway
He opens the door, a chuckle from River making him smile as the silence of the house takes over. The only real sound is the low sound off the TV from the living room, where he sees Hayle sit with two pets sleeping on him. He takes River with him into the kitchen where he starts gathering ingredients.
“Can I help in any way?”
River looks at him as he starts, Rylan looking back, a smile on his face when he saw River watching him, pondering what he can do, then realizing he should, of course, decide what he wants on top of the pizza.
“Well how about you check in the fridge for something you'd like on it other than the white sauce I'll make, if not it will be white sauce... oh yea, you can choose a cheese, we have a few to choose from.”
He smiles and goes back to making the dough, kneading it together before he lets it rest a little before he will make it into that round form that it needs. River walking over to the fridge takes some ham and notices three different kinds of cheese that have piqued his curiosity on taste. As he comes back, he sees Rylan shape and forms the pizza into a small round one, putting down the ham and the three kinds of cheese.
“You want to use all three? I mean it would be a three-cheese pizza, which sounds fancy.”
He chuckles as he starts on the white sauce, making sure to add very little of the spices he would normally add in it to make sure it would fit River’s taste buds.
“Which one tastes better? We can use that one.”
River smiles gently, leaning at the counter and just watches him work. Surprised at how skilled he has become and how easy he is making it look. Rylan looks at the cheeses, taking the one he knows is the mildest of the tree.
“This is the mildest one, the other two have a more sharp taste, why don't you cut a small piece of each and taste, see what one you want?” “So Vy taught you? Why?” “Yeah, Vy taught me and my dad, I think for me it gave me something to do, and it helps Vy when he is too tired to cook on top of healing my brother. Also, after a while, it became kinda fun. I mean after I stopped cutting my fingers and burning the food.”
River breaks a piece of one of the cheeses, tasting it carefully, grimacing making his nose wrinkle in a way that makes Rylan smile.
“Wow! This one burns on the tongue! Like a tiny salame! Keeping your mind occupied?” “You can mix them too if you want, that way it will be a little less bland, but without too much taste... “
RIver looks away stealing another bite of another cheese, enjoying the taste of this one a bit more though still a bit strong. He turns off the heat under the sauce he is making waiting for River to decide.
“Yeah, when I cook I need to focus on what I am doing, follow a recipe and so on, and that stops the mind from thinking about everything else.” “About what?”
He gives the second mildest to Rylan, having quite enjoyed the taste. In reality, he wants Rylan to tell him how everything has been, what thoughts have been on his mind, everything. Rylan taking the cheese and a grater, grating some before he puts it all together on the pizza bottom and puts it in the oven.
“How you were doing, what you were doing, if I still had a brother… “
He sighs and goes quiet for a while, still not all that willing to go into any detail, not wanting some silly panic attack to ruin things.
“Some idiot at work, and well I guess how my parents were holding up if Vy was okay….”
River listens to him, noticing he is still holding back, just touching the very surface of things, but never going into any detail. He reaches out a hand and gently caresses his cheek.
“If I stay tonight, will you tell me everything? Will you open your heart and spill it all, so at least you don’t have to carry everything alone?”
Rylan looks at him, staying quiet for a while. The “price” of having River stay is tempting, but the panic attacks are not.
“You know you can stay here, right? Not just for one night, but as your home?”
He puts his hand on top of the one River still has on his cheek. Wanting more than anything for him to stay, to live here just like Vy did. It would be good for what his master had tasked him with too.
“And I can try, it tends to trigger... well what you saw some off earlier today.” “Only if you're comfortable with it... But I have a feeling you have been holding a lot inside. Am I wrong?” “You’d get your own room… just like Vy has, not that he spends much time there but he has it.. And you're not wrong, It is how I tend to handle things, and if it hadn’t been for Hayden’s endless nagging to talk to him it would probably have been worse than what I am now.” “There's a lot you didn't tell me on the daydreams, that you could but chose not to. And I imagine why... but... Why didn't you tell me?”
He takes Rylan’s hand and gives it a gentle kiss, wondering just how much he has on his mind, just how much he is carrying on his shoulders. Rylan quickly casting a look at the pizza before he looks back at River.
“I didn't tell you because I was afraid it would make me panic, and I didn't want to worry you with any off it, including my silly panic attacks. Mostly, I didn’t want the dream to break, like the first time.” “I still worried, And I worry that all this time you have been carrying pain and suffering on your own.” “I... I just thought that if you got my problems to worry about, it might take even longer for you to come back... Silly maybe.”
He gets distracted by the ding the oven makes when the timer is up, quickly taking out the pizza, placing it on the bench, taking the pizza cutter and cutting it into slices.
“And now, you will be the judge of my pizza skills!”
River presses his lips to a thin line. Maybe if he had known what was going on he'd been less obtuse with his master, he would have given in earlier and be out of there sooner. He couldn't push back the guilt, the guilt that even though he had gone to them, angry at their verdict, he had decided to act like a tool and fight morgyn every step of the way until he figured out what he was really doing. How he was hurting the one person he had promised not to. he looks at the pizza.
“Yes, I get to judge it now and I can’t wait.”
Rylan hands him a slice of the pizza he has made, sitting down on a stool next to River, curious as to what he would think about it.
“So do I pass?”
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