Rolling....

[fleurfatale]

CHARACTERS: France/Marianne-Sophie
LOCATION/SETTING: Home Ec room
DATE & TIME: 3rd of July
WARNINGS: none... yet.
SUMMARY: Mme Bonnefois is getting a little baking done before the weekend.

Comments

[legallygreen]

Apprehensive was not strong enough a word to really cover what she was going to do. But Ms. Bonnefois was known for frequenting the home economics kitchens when there was free time, and she had to do it. She had to take the first step. Knocking on the door, she peered into the classroom, looking around.

"Ms. Bonnefois?"

[fleurfatale]

Marie looked round over her shoulder, ready to scare people out of her kitchen. However, when she saw a fellow teacher, she smiled brightly and turned the heat down on the stove so she could properly greet Ms Walters.

She walked over, put her hands on Jennifer's arms and kissed her cheek.

"Please, it's Marie, we are friends."

[legallygreen]

Jennifer found herself slightly taken aback by the familiar greeting, but she allowed it because she was there to ask a favor. The home economic teacher insisted on being called by her first name, so she nodded and went with it.

"Then please call me Jennifer. Do you have the time to give me a simple lesson or two in cooking?"

[fleurfatale]

"Oh, I was going to," she smiled, letting go. "Cooking. Of course! Where would you like to begin...? What do you like to eat?"

[eggchairs]

Smelling something baking, Preben wanders into the room on his way to his classroom. His mother was a huge baker, and half his childhood memories involve sweets; heading in the direction of the baking smell is like a reflex to him. He pokes his head into the classroom, and brightens when he recognizes the teacher. "Hej! What are you making?"

[fleurfatale]

"Hey," she smiled, brightly. He was intruding at a good time. Her pastries were going well. "Canelé. They're almost done if you'd like to try one?"

She was usually only friendly when she wanted something, but sometimes.... very rarely, she was just in a good mood.

[reallysuchalady]

Normally, Danni wouldn't be anywhere near a classroom outside of school hours: school was something you went to from 8 to 3, Monday through Friday, and then tried to forget about on the weekend. But this morning, she had plans. Al missed apple pies and his birthday was tomorrow, so for her very first time in the kitchen, she was going to make sure he had a great birthday.

Her face lit up when she saw who was there first. She wanted to try this on her own, but if her first batch sucked, at least Mme. Bonnefois might show her what had gone wrong? It wasn't like this was homework. "Good morning, Madame!"

[fleurfatale]

"Bonjour," she replied, not yet looking up. She was preparing a workspace, still the process of cleaning it. "Can I help you?"

She was having a day of cooking, trying new recipes, making sure she was still capable of things outside the ordinary. Fancy things. Sugar towers. Absolutely pointless, beautiful foods.

[reallysuchalady]

Danni's eyes looked enviously over the sweets Mme. Bonnefois had already finished and somehow felt... reassured. At least one person here knew what they were do- no, Danni, you can do this too. "Not yet, but thank you! I want to try this on my own first."

She laid out her recipe book and opened up the refrigerator door, pausing in front of it to ask another question. "Oh. Yes. You can. Are we allowed to take food out of the class pantries if it's not for class? I really didn't think about that when I decided to make these little pies." She giggled nervously. "If not, I'll come up with something else, but..."

[fleurfatale]

"Well, you'd have to ask the Home economics teacher. I hear she's quite pleasant, though, so you're in luck. And she's rumoured to be very beautiful."

She was lucky Marie was in a good mood for this.

"What is it for?"