skylofttomboy asked: Yellow! Also you make the best beef roasts!
Heh, why thank you, very much.
Yawn. What a dull afternoon.
Maybe I’ll hold a cooking class later today. Hmm.
I just hope the cafeteria lady isn’t in the kitchen if I do. She’s not to fond of me ever sine I started teaching Mocinna to cook….
ULTIMATE EASY BAKE OVEN: BEDAZZLED EDITION!!
Sweet dreams were hard to come by in Skyloft. Sure, there were the pleasant dreams of Loftwing rides though the clouds, being around loved ones, doing that thing you like. But a true, sweet dream was something hard to come by. Sweet in the sense that the mind is free to wander off to the areas that sometimes seem to fall short in waking life. Like, say, romance. And, in Finch’s current dream, she was in the arms of a suave mister with a strong jaw and a loving embrace.Yes, it was beautiful. The two of them stood against the wind, their hair fluttering romantically behind them as they danced through an open field on an island far and free of the main land. Everything was wonderful, the sky was warm and clear, and right when the most beautiful man ever leaned down to kiss her “FFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIINNNNNCCCHHHHH”
She shot upright, her notebook pealing itself from her flustered face to land on her desk. Finch’s hair was tousled and her face creased with red where the notebook had dug itself into her skin. There was a fierce pounding that rang through her ears that she soon discovered to be the violent pounding of her door. “ARE YOU HOOOOOMMMMEEEE?” came the screech of her friend from the other side, the savage abuse of her door resuming after her call. The freckled brunette turned to face the barrier in question, rubbing her face in her hands before finally choosing to bring herself to her feet.
“I’m coming!” She shouted back, managing to free her hair from the tangle that had become her hair-tie. She’d have to re-braid it. Man. “Hold your Loftwings Momo!” She pulled the knot free, letting her hair unravel itself a bit as she opened the door. She was greeted by a massive Sun-hat, framing the face of her ever-happy Monnica. It was quite the horrific sight, to be honest. How did the woman manage to got catch wind in that thing?
“What is that thing on your head?” Finch frowned, stepping aside to allow the untamable girl to enter. She ran her fingers through her hair as she did so, letting the strands separate from their usual- “And.. Are those spoons in your bag?”
Spoons. Why would this girl need spoons? Goddess knows that Finch had spoons to spare. If she had just come over to ask for food, she would have happily obliged, spoons included in the meal if necessary. But still, who carries around spoons in their bag? And wooden ones at that?
As the last webs of her nap slowly fell away from her mind, the gears slowly started to turn. Spoons. Wooden spoons. Why in the goddesses name would anyone need…wooden..spoons…..
The door opened— angels wept, music cascaded over fluffy clouds, and there were no butterflies in sight because they are FUCKING TERRIFYING.
It was truly majestic to be graced with the perpetually good-smelling bedhead of her fancy, gorgeous friend. The look of pure, unadulterated idolization was marked across Momo’s face, eyes wide and sparkling upward and gripping her cheeks to cover how ridiculously red they probably were.
“It’sasunhat..” She muttered in half a breath, where she probably should have shouted it per usual, but instead she continued basking in the joy of being let in to someones personal space again— like Finch had been magically transported before her by the sheer power of her will and desire. It was an effect that would probably wear off soon, but until then! “I.. I DIDN’T have a chefs hat because I’m bad at cooking and don’t think I deserve one yet so UNTIL I get better I’ll.. wear this. I don’t wear it much anyway because nothing goes with it and it’s hard to get through doors…” Which was all the goddess-given truth, save for the fact that it was also pretty hideous. It may as well have been a sombrero.
(Which she would have worn also.)
Into her room, she wriggled in, tiny prancing little steps as she brandished a pair of ridiculous wooden spoons as new appendages, long sleeves easily disguising the handles.
“ANYWAY I AM here to bake with you. I am so ready to learn some SWEET TRICKS so I can make not terrible food and you are the best at it so I am definitely gonna come to the best. And because I like you and you’re great, okay.” She gave the spoons a wiggle, puffing up her chest proud and enthusiastically. “I am also ready to update the shipping chart but right now my hands are spoons so we should GET ON THIS— wait did I wake you up or something, I’m sorry!!”
Thus was the life of a screaming teen girl with adhd— But she did apparently seem remorseful when the revelation dawned on her!
“No No, its fine, really!” the brunette responded, holding her hands out of emphasize her meaning. “Honestly, I shouldn’t have been asleep to begin with!” She smiled, running her fingers through her hair before parting it into three sections. Her fingers darted to work, weaving the locks together feverishly, and with surprisingly little effort on Finch’s part.
She gestured with her head, raising a brow to the newly repurposed wooden appendages in her friend’s sleeves. “Though, if you want to bake, you’re going to have to sacrifice your… Hands…” She smiled, knotting the end of her fresh braid with her hair tie. Finch then flipped said braid over her shoulder, placing her hands on her hips and shifting her weight to one of her legs.” But first, we have to get things strait.” She pointed a finger, eyes narrowed toward the younger girl. “I’ve got some set rules for the kitchen that you’re going to follow. No, ‘ohhhh please?’ or any ‘LETS EXPERIMENT’ junk ok? If you’re going to learn to bake, you’re gonna do it right, okay?”
“Now, what is it you want to bake?” She tapped her chin, going over the numerous recopies in her mind, trying to find one that would result in the smallest possible amount of destruction. “Are you looking for cakes? Breads?” No, please say neither. Pease say something simply, like a cheese cake or something. The older girl didn’t feel like having to explain how flour got on the ceiling (Because it enviably would.), or have to clean out the oven because her darling, innocent, goddess bless her, friend had somehow managed to turn a crossed bun into a crossed bomb.
At the thought the color seemed to drain from her face. No no, think positive! Good thoughts, good thoughts! The girl wasn’t that bad, right? Right?
Anonymous asked: What is one quality you admire most in others?
One quality? Hmm… Well, I would probably have to say determination. If one is determined, then they will have the strength to continue on, despite all odds, right?
ULTIMATE EASY BAKE OVEN: BEDAZZLED EDITION!!
It was settled.
There had been moping in the Splendide room for all of ten minutes, and the rest had been spent studying. NO MORE!, Mocinna screamed inwardly, and even partially outwardly as she chucked every notebook onto her bed once they were fanned through. One, after another, after another— this was DUMB! Break was coming up and she hadn’t gotten to do any of the duels or anything, and that was just ridiculous. Not only THAT, but nobody even invited her to duel or take long romantic walks— was she that intimidating or something.
NO LONGER. Nope. Since her bestest best friends were colored all busy or boyfriending, this left Momo with lime-tier sourness in her throat from being so cooped up. Flowers didn’t blossom in the dark, did they? She’d promised Tali she would drop in to do some knitting.
But
first…
She practically threw herself into her heels, tromping around her dorm until an acceptably large sun hat was donned— as she didn’t own a chefs hat YET, but it was close, okay— and brandished a few wooden spoons, which were the extent of her baking supplies brought from home (For bedazzling.); her goal was clear. First thing this morning, instead of homework, she would go bother Finch.
Bother, defined in the lightest way possible, of course. Bother, in the sense thatgoddess almighty she needed to learn how to cook, and she would be the best person to teach her— all while discussing updating their rather extensive relationship chart. That was JUST what she needed to get her mind off of all of the studying and the transfers and the NOT GOING OUTSIDE IN GENERAL, yes, yes, good. Into the satchel everything she thought she would need went, and she hopped in place a few times to get her blood flowing through her small form.
It would be perfect! And out the door she practically floated, door slamming hard and her footsteps pittering rapidly in her wake on her way to check her dorm first, and with a few knocks past, she dramatically flopped herself all over the frame, whining to the woman within for attention. She didn’t work the bazaar on weekdays, did she? Her gaze slithered along the doorlight, like she would be able to rebound her vision around it to see in magically, “Fiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnchhhhhhhhh…!” Again she wafted through the door. How anyone stood her methods of getting someone to open their door was questionable. “Are you hooommmmeee…??”
She was going to be the most desolate pile of sad if she had to venture out into the heat in such a heavy petticoat today, guhhhhh. Fashion regrets. But it would be worth it for cooking time. One last array of doorpats to go!
Sweet dreams were hard to come by in Skyloft. Sure, there were the pleasant dreams of Loftwing rides though the clouds, being around loved ones, doing that thing you like. But a true, sweet dream was something hard to come by. Sweet in the sense that the mind is free to wander off to the areas that sometimes seem to fall short in waking life. Like, say, romance. And, in Finch’s current dream, she was in the arms of a suave mister with a strong jaw and a loving embrace.
Yes, it was beautiful. The two of them stood against the wind, their hair fluttering romantically behind them as they danced through an open field on an island far and free of the main land. Everything was wonderful, the sky was warm and clear, and right when the most beautiful man ever leaned down to kiss her “FFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIINNNNNCCCHHHHH”
She shot upright, her notebook pealing itself from her flustered face to land on her desk. Finch’s hair was tousled and her face creased with red where the notebook had dug itself into her skin. There was a fierce pounding that rang through her ears that she soon discovered to be the violent pounding of her door. “ARE YOU HOOOOOMMMMEEEE?” came the screech of her friend from the other side, the savage abuse of her door resuming after her call. The freckled brunette turned to face the barrier in question, rubbing her face in her hands before finally choosing to bring herself to her feet.
“I’m coming!” She shouted back, managing to free her hair from the tangle that had become her hair-tie. She’d have to re-braid it. Man. “Hold your Loftwings Momo!” She pulled the knot free, letting her hair unravel itself a bit as she opened the door. She was greeted by a massive Sun-hat, framing the face of her ever-happy Monnica. It was quite the horrific sight, to be honest. How did the woman manage to got catch wind in that thing?
“What is that thing on your head?” Finch frowned, stepping aside to allow the untamable girl to enter. She ran her fingers through her hair as she did so, letting the strands separate from their usual- “And.. Are those spoons in your bag?”
Spoons. Why would this girl need spoons? Goddess knows that Finch had spoons to spare. If she had just come over to ask for food, she would have happily obliged, spoons included in the meal if necessary. But still, who carries around spoons in their bag? And wooden ones at that?
As the last webs of her nap slowly fell away from her mind, the gears slowly started to turn. Spoons. Wooden spoons. Why in the goddesses name would anyone need…wooden..spoons…..
If there was anything the Skyloftian woman was known for, it was her presence in the kitchen. On any given weekend she could be found in her home, slaving away at the stove to prepare an open diner large enough for most of the town. It was her pride and joy to host those gatherings. Her heart would swell every time she would see a smile brought on by her meals. She was happy. Content. Like everything was worth while and her life had a meaning aside from the kids she mentored after classes.
But recently, there was a massive influx of villagers leaving the sky to explore the “New Lands” down below. Every day, more left to the surface. Many chose to stay on the surface, several made return trips every so often, and plenty were never heard from again. Regardless as to how they left, Finch couldn’t help but feel sort of empty because the shrinking mass.
She had her family, there was no doubt about it. But one could only listen to their brother and sister’s praise for so long before it became a repetitive drum. And soon enough, people just stopped gathering all together. And it was on this, the third weekend without a gathering, that she found herself with her face on the table in the food court of the Bazaar. Bored.
With nothing to do, nothing to prepare for she had more free time than ever. And she hated it. “What’s so great about the stupid surface anyway.” she muttered into the wood of the table, an angry huff jumping from her lips. “There can’t be anything good down there.” No, she didn’t like the surface. Not one bit.
I have a very strong feeling….
that someone might just end up sans one certain remlit
if said remlit does not vanish within the next few moments….
Anonymous asked: Well thank you, Finch my sweetie! I try hard sometimes, and I've been having fun with the poetry this week. Just give me a call if you ever want some more compositions.
Right, I’ll be sure to keep you in mind, then.
Its so sweet of you to take the time out of your day to say hello.
Oh, speaking of the day, what would you like for diner tonight?
Hmm. Would you be annoyed at all if I asked you to surprise me?
Annoyed? Brother you know thats my favorite thing to hear!
Just be SURE to keep Mia away from the house, or so HELP me she’ll end up in the pot.
Oh come now, you know Mia only pesters you because she loves you! Ha ha, Worry not, I’ll keep close watch on her.
Alright alright.
I’m holding you to that!
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