Nightshift 39: Kitchen

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Sanzo jerked awake, cheek pressed against the floor. The monk immediately went for the gun. He hadn't gone to sleep that last shift, not while he hadn't made a decision about Takasugi. What the fuck? Had they drugged the food? He was curled on the floor - and he definitely wasn't in that cell any longer - his fingers around the Smith & Wesson. Sanzo pushed himself up.

He flicked the flashlight on, and looked around. An island in the middle, pots and pans above, a familiar metal door. What the hell was he doing in the kitchen?

Sanzo rose, the gun scraping against the floor with the movement. Something was going on here. He'd only woken up like this once, and that'd been that time in the morgue.

What was going on here?



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[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

Honey took mental notes on how to bake the cake, but telling Honey to stir as fast as he could probably wasn't the best idea. He took to the task with great energy, sending splashes of egg white over a good portion of his shirt and parts of the floor. It probably wasn't supposed to do that...

"Oops," he said, making a worried expression. "I think I did it too fast."

[chocomancer.livejournal.com]

"Oh dear," Wonka said. "You really put your heart into this, don't you?" He let himself giggle a bit, but was already reaching for a washcloth to clean up the spill. "Don't worry, I've made the same mistake myself before." And he had the marks to prove it, although he didn't regret it one bit; that was the risk you took when you whipped cream the proper way, after all.

And so it continued. Wonka would do the harder things on the side, explaning as he went, and giving Honey a chance to try the simple and fun parts after demonstrating. While the cake was baking, they switched to the syrup that would serve as its filling and topping, and while that was bubbling away Wonka was darting between pots, watching his other projects - mostly hard candy for the mysterious sweet tooth on the bulletin board, plus one or two items for the apple afficionado. And in what seemed like no time at all (and after more than one little accident) the cake was ready: light, fluffy, and accented with sweet, sticky strawberry. Wonka cut the cake in thirds - one for himself, one for Honey, and one for their silent guard - and took a bite of his own piece with a waiting fork, with a glowing smile that, had it been any wider, would have gone off the sides of his face. Another triumph.

[host-club-honey.livejournal.com]

Wonka was a really nice teacher, Honey decided, though he still cast worried glances over to the entrance, hoping he'd see the others come through. It shouldn't be taking them this long, but then Anise said she was strong, and Wolfram too. Maybe they just got distracted, or maybe the fight in the cafeteria was too dangerous so they were staying back? That one made the most sense.

But when he could smell the cake baking, it was easier to forget his troubles, and when Wonka presented him with a big piece of cake, it was really hard to think of anything else. He took one bite and gave a sigh of contentment. He hadn't had real cake in days! It was like heaven! Wonka really was magic when it came to making sweets.