(accidental video)
Jan. 9th, 2020 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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smk_network[as anyone from the modern age who is used to cell phones would, Richie constantly keeps his mirror within arm's reach. so the fact that he bumps it while it's sitting on the kitchen counter is no surprise.
there's ... definitely something going on here. containers of baking soda, three kinds of flour, a carton of buttermilk, spice jars, and a big glass jar of molasses. Richie is surveying his culinary kingdom with uncharacteristic focus. his t-shirt has spots of flour on it, and he's studying a piece of paper that's been scribbled in and corrected several times. a pot of water is bubbling on the stove.]
Okay. So. Dry stuff first. Then the wet stuff. Check.
[he pours a bowl of dark brown, thick, sticky-looking batter into ... a metal coffee can, of all things. he address the can directly]
Right, you little fucker. No turning into a doorstop this time. Sixth time's the charm.
[he fills the can up straight to the top, then covers it with aluminum foil and lowers it into the water. once that's done, he cleans up his mess and dumps it all in the sink, treating everyone unwittingly to an a cappella, falsetto rendition of Shake It Off as he does the dishes. yes. he knows ALL the words.
he's winding up to the end of the spoken bit when the coffee can explodes. aluminum shrapnel and batter everywhere. he screams like a girl and ducks behind the counter, coming up unscathed ... but eye-to-eye with his blinking, merrily recording mirror.]
Oh, fuck.
there's ... definitely something going on here. containers of baking soda, three kinds of flour, a carton of buttermilk, spice jars, and a big glass jar of molasses. Richie is surveying his culinary kingdom with uncharacteristic focus. his t-shirt has spots of flour on it, and he's studying a piece of paper that's been scribbled in and corrected several times. a pot of water is bubbling on the stove.]
Okay. So. Dry stuff first. Then the wet stuff. Check.
[he pours a bowl of dark brown, thick, sticky-looking batter into ... a metal coffee can, of all things. he address the can directly]
Right, you little fucker. No turning into a doorstop this time. Sixth time's the charm.
[he fills the can up straight to the top, then covers it with aluminum foil and lowers it into the water. once that's done, he cleans up his mess and dumps it all in the sink, treating everyone unwittingly to an a cappella, falsetto rendition of Shake It Off as he does the dishes. yes. he knows ALL the words.
he's winding up to the end of the spoken bit when the coffee can explodes. aluminum shrapnel and batter everywhere. he screams like a girl and ducks behind the counter, coming up unscathed ... but eye-to-eye with his blinking, merrily recording mirror.]
Oh, fuck.
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Date: 2020-01-13 04:46 am (UTC)[he took a moment to process what she'd said. because churros and hot dogs themselves weren't already processed enough]
If that's what I think it sounds like, I have a feeling I'd want about ten of them when I'm hung over, and only when I'm hung over.
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Date: 2020-01-13 04:50 am (UTC)Yeah. Cactus juice, not like a whole cactus.
[But she grins at him.]
Hey, you're not wrong. That shit is perfect for a hangover. It's a hot dog, but the bun is two churros and it's all tied together with a Slim Jim.