You Really Did it Now! // YummyVision
@tyummy-rp
Ted's face screws up in confusion, looking like the very thought disgusted him. "Why would he try to kick my ass?" he asks on her way out but she was off like a flash before he could even mumble it out. There's not much to find. Some school books, a notebook with worst attempts at remembering Avacadros Numer scrawlled in it amongst other near non-sense handwriting, his travel smoke kit, and a change of clothes. Like a full set all wrapped together, draws and all. Pajamas: Incase.
She flips through his notebook, hoping to find little hearts doodles, maybe initials inside if she was lucky! But alas, it’s a regular notebook filled with regular notebook things. She pouts, before stumbling upon his change of clothes, she doesn’t bother unraveling them, seeing the pjs was enough. A little smile is on her face as her hands wrap around his smoke kit. She knew if she teased him about it, she’d lose her chance of a sleepover. So instead she bounds down the stairs, kit raised in the air like a golden ticked. “I found it!!”
If she brought up the clothes, he would have had to deny it. He would have had to make it seem weird that she thought he would bring them to stay with her. He was gonna crash Shlatt's room, obviously! Or they were left over from a sleepover he already had. Anything to avoid looking any more pathetic, or worse, expectant. "Yeah! She's done it again, ladies and gentlemen!" He says as he whisks the dry ingredients together, set up on the counter at his imaginary cooking show.
When she gets to the kitchen she takes a little, but dramatic bow before setting the kit on the table for him and going to look at the progress he’s made. Her eyes look from the different ingredients on the table to him. “Ted are you kinda good at this??”
Ted feels a warm rush bloom in his chest as he pops a chocolate chip in his mouth (not part of the recipe but he did find them along the way). She halfway complimented him. "I cook for myslef like a big boy, and I used to bake a ton when I was younger, newly living on my own." he admits and passes the whisk to her. "Get wet and ready- the wets ready." He requests taking the kit and starting to get the next hit prepped.
“And yet, I’ve never received any baked goods from you. Hm.” She says, turning her nose up as she says it, as if she’s offended. But then she hears his next words and a smug little smile is on her lips. “You’re going to have to put in some work to get me wet and ready, big boy.”
