33 Apocalypse Ave, Late Sunday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders' cooking skills mostly stalled out at grilled cheese and cans of soup, but the holiday season and its influx of guests had him wanting to try something new. (He was going to blame it on Kathy's influence.) He stopped by Turtle & Canary for supplies and then set up a baking station in the kitchen.

First on the list of things to try: cornflake Christmas wreaths. They seemed easy right up to the part where he started trying to shape the melted marshmallows and cereal into wreaths and found out exactly how fast a mage could get marshmallow all over every surface in the kitchen.

[OOC: Open to those there.]

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[boneyard_girl]

"There's a couple hundred of us on th' road at any point in time during th' season, an' even more when we're home at th' ranch," Ada replied, grabbing the flour. "'S cheaper t' buy ingredients in bulk an' cook th' same thing at once, so everyone ends up taking turns in th' kitchen trailer, making dinner for th' rest of th' family."

"I cook just fine in bulk. Small batches are harder for me."

[not_every_mage]

"Good thing that six of us counts as about a dozen normal people," Anders said, glancing around the kitchen. "We don't need a small batch."

[boneyard_girl]

"Put 'th wax paper down, we'll make th' treats on it, an' then they won't stick to th' countertop," Ada coached, "--an' a little flour on our fingers will keep it from sticking to us."

She gave Anders a grin. "You guys still eat like you got five more stomachs t' fill?"

[not_every_mage]

"I don't," Anders said, mock-offended. "But Kathy and Dante always act like they may never see food again."

[boneyard_girl]

"Right. 'S just Dante an' Kathy," she teased. "'S not like you got magic t' power or nothing."

"Since it's just them, we'll only need a few hundred of these."

[not_every_mage]

"I don't eat that much more than anybody else," Anders protested, laughing. "As long as 'anybody else' is your average ravenous teenage boy."