Uniting the Catpeople MKII

[David]

Welll actually, it's pretty lame in a way... Jack gets out a bowl and starts adding ingredients to it and sighs. Just custard tarts, have you ever had one?

[Mistress Guendolen]

"I've never had a custard tart, no! So I certainly don't think they're lame. You're introducing me to all kinds of fun and interesting things today!" Her ears flipped a bit, happily.

[David]

Oh they're nothing special really but they do taste good unless you're lactose intolerant or something which I doubt, you did eat the quiche after all. Jack chuckles as he continues to make the custard.

[Mistress Guendolen]

"No, there's pretty much nothing I'm intolerant of. I have to confess I can digest pretty much anything...." It was probably a distinctly unfeminine trait she'd just confessed, but well, he hadn't seemed to want to see her as some delicate, fragile thing before, had she? "So I have every expectation of those tarts being delicious. Can I help?"

[David]

Welll, I guess you can help by taking the pastry cups out of the oven for me, I got to pour this crap in them. Jack wondered if Guen would mind his crude language but shrugged and continued mixing away.

[AshK]

"So David, are you like ready to go out for Ice cream with me?" *Ashley Blushes.*

[Mistress Guendolen]

"No problem." She grabbed a couple pot holders and scurried over to remove the shells from the oven. "They smell great. And I think you're a little unkind to yourself about that filling! It looks quite tasty, if you ask me."

Welll, I guess you can help by taking the pastry cups out of the oven for me, I got to pour this crap in them. Jack wondered if Guen would mind his crude language but shrugged and continued mixing away.

[David]

Jack smiles at Guen as he pours custard into the baked cups as evenly as possible and then sprinkles some cinnamon on top. Alright, can you pop them back in for me, they just need to cook for a little while longer.

[Mistress Guendolen]

"Sure can!" She slipped the tray back into the oven. "Mmm, the smell of them is making me hungry again...." Her tail swished in anticipation.

[David]

Don't worry, it won't be long now. In the meantime, how about showing me what you sketched in that book of yours or is it a secret? Jack folds his arms and grins mischeviously, tail swishing slowly from side to side and occaisonally, hitting the worktop with a soft thud.

[Mistress Guendolen]

"Sketched?..." She was momentarily distracted by the mischievous grin. It took a minute for reality to register again. "Oh, yeah, art! I- I'm afraid I didn't get too much done-" I was distracted by watching you.... "But- here-" She shyly handed the sketch pad over.

[David]

Eh, I bet you can draw better than me, it's like I've got Parkinsons or something whenever I try so don't worry about it. Jack gingerly takes the sketchpad from Guen and has a look through it, ears folding back and forth with interest.

[Mistress Guendolen]

"Parkinsons?" Oh, I hope he's joking, that'd be sad.... She swayed forward and back nervously, sort of rocking on her heels, tail swishing as she awaited his verdict. There were only a couple sketches, varying in style; there was one faily ordinary outfit, buttondown shirt worn open over another shirt with slacks, one not unlike a Victorian gentleman, and one akin to the more "punk" side of goth, part of which featured a shirt with large panels of mesh to show off the torso. "They're a little weird, I know, except for the first one...."

[David]

Jack, contemplated over the two, rubing his chin thoughtfully. Tell you what, Guen. They're unique designs and while I'll admit I've never really worn anything like the two here here before.

Closing the book and nodding, he hands it back over to Guen with a smile. I'll let you work on them some more before I decide oh and don't worry about that "Parkinson's" comment, if I really had it then I'd be shaking all over the bloody place... Oh! The tarts are done!

[Mistress Guendolen]

"I know you haven't. I know they're weird. I was just... experimenting.... I'll experiment a little more for you, okay?..." Her ears drooped just a little, but then they perked up again at the tarts being done. "Ooo! Wow, that was fast...." She scurried into the kitchen behind him, instinctively sniffing the air again.