( it's... a relief? yes, actually, a relief that itachi takes to it so well, with such intense precision. should it be at all surprising? no, not really.
by the time the batter is ready, the preserves are cooling on the counter, and he hands off the empty pot to the clone. )
Butter the pan, ( the one he places on the counter at itachi's elbow, ) and dust it lightly with flour until it's all coated. Then the batter goes in, and it's ready to bake.
( and he's getting started on hot water for tea, while they wait. )
๏ผ these instructions are also obediently followed. the pan is greased, the flour dusted, the batter poured.
the clone takes the bowl once it's empty, and itachi then gestures to the oven. ๏ผ
Is it heated appropriately?
๏ผ he knows a little, though baking of this nature is hardly an area of expertise. all he really has are fragments of childhood memory, the smell of his mother's baking filling the house. there was a period, while his father was away on business, when she was of middling pregnancy with sasuke, where she'd baked nothing but sweets for a week. he remembers her and kushina giggling together like schoolgirls over a platter of butter cookies, warm and fond in each other's company. ๏ผ
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by the time the batter is ready, the preserves are cooling on the counter, and he hands off the empty pot to the clone. )
Butter the pan, ( the one he places on the counter at itachi's elbow, ) and dust it lightly with flour until it's all coated. Then the batter goes in, and it's ready to bake.
( and he's getting started on hot water for tea, while they wait. )
I'll show you how to make frosting once it cools.
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the clone takes the bowl once it's empty, and itachi then gestures to the oven. ๏ผ
Is it heated appropriately?
๏ผ he knows a little, though baking of this nature is hardly an area of expertise. all he really has are fragments of childhood memory, the smell of his mother's baking filling the house. there was a period, while his father was away on business, when she was of middling pregnancy with sasuke, where she'd baked nothing but sweets for a week. he remembers her and kushina giggling together like schoolgirls over a platter of butter cookies, warm and fond in each other's company. ๏ผ