Flying Food

[Sawyer Lynn]

Home Ec was one of those classes where you either do very well in or you fail miserably. Sawyer, unfortunately, was in the latter portion. She couldn't cook for the life of her and needles and threads? So not her thing. But it was the only class she had that she was failing. Fortunately, she was cruising slightly above average for the others but she needed to be above average for this class too in order to get a passing grade. Enough to graduate.

She had her powers training down pat so there was nothing to worry about there. She was even participating more in extra-curricular activities but Home Ec? That stumped her but good.

Staring down at the bowl on the table with the ingredients for a simple brownie by its side, Sawyer poked at the softening butter and wondered why the hell she needed to pass this class when she knew she was never going to be in the kitchen ever. Sighing, she turned to look at the recipe book to follow the instructions.

It was okay the first few steps but when the electric mixer came to the forefront, Sawyer looked at it as though it had affronted her. "Are you kidding me?" She spoke to herself before pulling the machine closer to her. Having mixed in everything into a bowl, she gulped before turning the machine on.

Nothing happened.

She flipped the switch a few more times and then realised that the cord was not plugged in. "Well that was dumb." She laughed at herself before plugging it in and switching it on, unwittingly switching the machine on as well. "Shit!" She yelled out when everything in the bowl started flying everywhere.

In her state of panic, she just stared at the flying ingredients, unaware that there was someone at the doorway.

[Elizabeth Sloane]

Beth was bored. She was museless, and needed something to do. Out of habit she wandered towards the home ec room. Usually there was something there to inspire her, or at least keep her busy. She hummed as she walked, peeking in the classrooms as she went. She got to the door of the Home Ec room, and spotted a brown-haired girl who cursed as the mixer tossed the contents of the mixing bowl all over the place.

"You're hopeless." Beth called to her friend, laughing at the mess she was making. It was a rare occasion that Beth would sacrifice an outfit, but in the case it was warranted. She walked up to the mixer and turned it off. Her dress was now covered in batter, and her hair was equally as messy. But she looked fabulous compared to Sawyer, who had just been standing in the chaos. Beth spent enough time in the home ec room that nobody would question her presence there, even if it wasn't her own class. In fact, she was frequently in there on her spare time working on costumes, or cooking up a storm.

"What, exactly, are you trying to do? Y'know, besides generally destroying the classroom?" Beth grabbed a cloth and tossed it at Sawyer, while indicating she should start on the counters, and then scanned the room for a mop. She furrowed her brows. Somebody had moved it. Beth hated when people didn't put stuff back in the right place when it came to kitchens, costumes, hair and makeup.

Sawyer was awesome, but heaven knew she didn't belong in the kitchen. It was a shame she was stuck in the course, because Beth knew it would have little to no real world application for Sawyer. At one point, Beth had laughed and suggested that Sawyer should hire her on as her personal cook.

[Sawyer Lynn]

The redhead that had entered the premises received a grimace at her remark, though Sawyer was not even close to being offended. She was just pissed at the machine for being such a dumbass!

She only started moving when the cloth hit her face and she bent down to pick it up off the floor where it fell. Her question had Sawyer making a face and shrugging. "Trying not to fail this semester mostly. Staying back a whole school year is more than enough for me I think."

It was no secret that Sawyer and a few of her peers had been held back. She wasn't exactly proud of it though. Though really, who would be? And if she failed this class, of all classes, there had to be something seriously wrong with her.

Sawyer was also in agreement with her redheaded friend's thoughts. That was no secret either, Sawyer being completely hopeless in the culinary department.

"Help me?" She batted her eyelashes at Beth exaggeratedly.

[Elizabeth Sloane]

Beth rolled her eyes at Sawyer, "Get the counters, wipe down the mixer, and rinse the bowl out." and mad a b-line for the mop. She filled up the bucket with some hot water and floor cleaner, and brought it out near the mixer. With a few well placed swishes the batter was gone and the floor was shiny. Beth was pretty much a cleaning machine. Actually she was a cooking machine too. And a sewing machine. Well, not literally a sewing machine, but the human equivalent.

Beth was pretty much a 50's Housewife, except without the husband. Also she had tattoos and didn't live in the 50's. Oh, and opinions.

"What are we making?" She called, emptying out the mop bucket. She glanced at the aprons hanging up across several hooks and down to her own dress. She was already covered in splatter. Smoothly, she reached up anyways, and removed one of them from its hanging place. She slipped it on, and tied it behind her back, feeling a smile slip into place. She grabbed flour in one hand, and sugar in another from the storage shelves and brought them forward. Regardless of what Sawyer had been making, Beth knew the Home Ec teacher very rarely gave them a recipe that didn't include flour and sugar, and based on the fact that it had been a batter it was almost guaranteed. She also grabbed a bar of dark chocolate, and then returned with them to the kitchenette, setting them down. The chocolate might not have anything to do with the recipe, but it was delicious.

[Sawyer Lynn]

"Yes ma'am." Sawyer saluted the redhead and went on to wiping down the surfaces. She hopped around a bit to get out of Beth's mopping line. She decided that getting the bowl rinsed out was a lot safer so off she went to the sink to wash the bowl, not really caring just how wet she was getting herself, splashing the water about every which way.

Turning around at the question, Sawyer hugged the bowl to her body as she reached for a towel to dry it up. "Uh...brownies I think? Or is it chocolate cake? The book. Check the book." She pointed to the book which thankfully didn't get anything smeared on it as it was quite a ways away from the damage.

Eyeing the bar, Sawyer returned to the station and wiped off the rest of the surfaces before setting the bowl down.

"I think it's brownies. Maybe. Do you think we could sneak in some pot in there?" Sawyer asked with a grin, not really serious, but not really kidding either.