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Hordak had made it to the kitchen without meeting another soul for once. Not even the Etherian staff or the scuttling robots had started their patrols. It was very rare occurrence for Crypto Castle to ever be this silent. He made a mental note to remember to get up at this time in the future.
He smiled knowing he’d have a blissfully quite time of cooking and it would be absolutely glorious.
He happily hummed to himself as he unhooked a fully body apron from the peg it was stationed on, placing the neck ribbon over his head and tying the ties around his back.
“Ohhh are you going cooking Brother? Can I help?”
Hordak’s ears drooped upon hearing his little clone Brother Kadroh’s voice. Kadroh was seemingly everywhere at once, but never anywhere when you actually needed him.
“I don’t need your -“ Hordak stated but stopped himself as he noticed Kadroh also donning an apron.
“What are we making Brother? Oh this is so exciting!” sang Kadroh as he tightened his apron strings with joy while dancing on the spot.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be at this hour?” Hordak sighed
“Nope. Can’t think of anywhere else” Kadroh joyfully responded
“Are you SURE?” stated Hordak, “-don’t you approve something or another?”
“...well I could be approving those new citizens applications paperwork..” Kadroh mumbled “...but then I wouldn’t get to help my wonderful Big Brother with...whatever this is! ” he grinned while grabbing Hordak in a big one armed hug.
“This doesn’t need your help” Hordak growled quietly
“Well I’m helping now Brother and that’s the end of it!” Kadroh chirped well accustomed to Hordak’s grumpy attitude towards him.
Hordak pushed him away and grumbled “Fine, make yourself useful and fetch me some sliced bread, eggs, some milk, cooking oil and Double Cream from the storage”
“I’m on it Big Brother!” Kadroh vibrated with excitement as he joyfully set on his quest.
Hordak turned his attention to the cooking utensils on wall display and grabbed the small flying pan hanging from the wall. He proceeded to open the cupboard and produced a cooking tongs, mug, a small yet deep sized plate, a smaller plate, chopping board, folk and super sharp bread knife. These utensils were build for Etherian sized hands and all seemed rather minuscule toys in his gargantuan clawed hands. He should really engineer some that fitted his kind better, now that would be a worthwhile enterprising business endeavour! For now he simply focused on setting all the tools down quietly and cleaned his work surfaces before starting. Cooking was just a different kind of scientific experimenting, follow the correct procedures and everything would work perfectly first time.
“I found everything for you Brother!” beamed Kadroh as he set all the ingredients on the counter top.
Hordak glanced over and examined the contents. Two items were clearly incorrect...
“What the heck is that supposed to be?” he questioned pointing at the two cans of spray cream
“Double Cream of course!” responded Kadroh happily, “you asked for double so I brought you two!”
“That’s not what I...” grumbled Hordak facepalming, “... Whipping Cream , I suppose you’ve heard of that?”
“Of yes I know that Momma ‘Trapta loves that!”
“That’s what I need, fetch me that and not this-“ Hordak sneered at the spray cream cans “- utter failure!”
“You should have said so Brother!” laughed Kadroh as he grabbed the cans and ran back to the larder
“I di- oh never mind” sighed Hordak as he set to work.
Taking some slices of bread and placing them on the chopping board, Hordak carefully sliced them into quarters, removing the crusts and further cut those into small squares. He then took three eggs and cracked them into the mug, added a drop of milk and whisked the mixture with the folk. He poured this mixture into the deep plate and dipped some of the bread pieces. While the bread was soaking up the egg mix, he turned on the hob, added some oil to the flying pan and placed the pan on the cooking hob. Returning to the soaking bread he used the tongs to flip the sides over. When both sides were coated in mixture he placed the slices in the flying pan carefully monitoring the cooking time to ensure deliciously golden brown fried toast.
“I’ve found it Brother!” Kadroh joyful declared as once again returned from the larder but this time with a carton of actual double cream.
Hordak glanced over his shoulder, “Ah excellent, so you can do something right!”
Kadroh pouted “I do a lot of things right I’ll have you know!”
Hordak flipped the cooked side of the bread over in the frying pan, “now make yourself useful and whip it for me, there should be a hand whisk around somewhere”
“You want me to whisk it by hand?” queried Kadroh
“Do you want to wake the whole castle using the electronic whisk?” grumbled Hordak
“You truly are evil...” Kadroh mumbled while his ears drooped sadly. He rummaged for a hand whisk and bowl for his new task.
Hordak just grinned to himself as he placed the cooked toast pieces onto a serving plate and prepared a new batch.
Kadroh poured the thick gloopy cream into a bowl, held the bowl in his arms and set to work whisking.
“Momma calls me Guinea Pig!” he announced while trying to start yet another conversation with Hordak who was busy whipping up more egg batter.
“That’s...uh...?” Hordak responded clearly not one bit interested in yet another pointless endeavour.
“It’s a fuzzy animal!” Kadroh cheerfully chirped
“I know what a Guinea Pig is...”
“Oh...” Kadroh signed sadly as his ears drooped.
Hordak poured the egg batter into the deep plate and started coating another set of freshly sliced bread pieces.
Kadroh’s whisking even sounded sad. Hordak really didn’t want his clone brother to pointlessly ramble on at him, however he did need that cream mixed before the cooking was over...
“Why?” he asked
“Why what?” Kadroh questioned
Hordak groaned “ why does she call you Guinea Pig?”
Kadroh’s face brightened and his whisking speed intensified as he took a deep breath. Hordak very quickly busied himself cooking as once Kadroh got started on a story he wanted to tell there was simply no stopping him.
“Weeeeeeeeeell so I was in the lab with Momma ‘Trapta...well I call her Momma ‘Trapta, or sometimes just Momma, and you call her something else...Starstrike, Starfire, Stardark, Starbright...”
“Starlight” corrected Hordak as he flipped the bread in the pan.
Kadroh nodded in agreement “yeah, yeah THAT’s the one. Yeah, yeah so Momma T...oh maybe I should just call her Mom T...do you think she’d be okay with that?”
“You should ask her”
“What if she doesn’t like it?”
“You wouldn’t know until you ask her”
“Yeah you’re right, I should just ask...” Kadroh paused mid thought and stopped whisking.
Hordak took the cooked toast out of the pan and placed it on the cooked pile.
Turning to Kadroh he questioned “Why did you stop?”
“I think it’s done” came the reply
“I only intended to make breakfast for two but I seem to have made more than is strictly necessary...”
Kadroh laughed as he shoved the bowl into Hordak’s face “no the cream look!”
Hordak laughed “oh yeah that...wow you got it just right this time!”
“I only over whipped it once” pouted Kadroh
“Which turns it into butter”
“How was I supposed to know that?” whined Kadroh
Hordak scanned his work surface looking for something. He crouched down and opened the cupboards searching.
“Where do the staff keep those serving plates?” he queried
A set of plates landed on his work surface with a soft plink sound.
“Thanks Kadroh”
“Hmm? Did you say something Brother?”
Hordak stood up and saw Kadroh was busy searching in the cutlery drawer presumably for a spoon for the cream.
“If that wasn’t you, then who..?” Hordak turned around.
Entrapta launched herself and hugged Hordak tightly “ME!!” she squealed while burying her face into his chest.
While she had decided to get up she hadn’t bothered with much else. She was barefoot dressed only in her pyjamas, her hair was down and a little scruffy, it was clear she hadn’t attempted to brush or style it yet.
She looked up at Hordak with big happy eyes and then glanced over at the pile of freshly cooked French Toast.
“Just the way I like it! Oh you’re the BEST” she excitedly exclaimed all while squeezing Hordak tighter. “You even made those iddy biddy bits Imp likes, oh he’s going to be so happy when he wakes up!!”
He smiled “Kadroh helped too...as only he can ..”
“I whipped the cream~” sang Kadroh as he used a wooden spoon to scoop a little bit out of his bowl to taste test “it’s really good too! Wanna try Momma?”
While still hugging Hordak, Entrapta moved her head to peer at Kadroh, a hair tendril reaching out to grab the spoon.
“Oh no, don’t make me be the responsible adult here!” grumbled Hordak using the cooking tongs to playfully grab at the offending hair tendril, “You can’t just eat cream for breakfast-”
Entrapta pouted playfully “You Big Old Spacebat MeanyPants...”
“-you have to have something with it!” he laughed as he used the tongs to place some French Toast on a serving plate.
Entrapta picked the plate up with a hair strand and moved it towards Kadroh who placed a blob of cream on the side.
“Thank you Guinea Pig!” she chirped while letting go of Hordak and skipping towards the table with her prized treat.
“Starlight you really should explain what that means...” stated Hordak as he turned off the hob and plated up servings for himself and Kadroh.
“You mean it’s more than just a fuzzy animal?” questioned Kadroh as he finally produced cutlery for all of them.
“Oh so much more!” laughed Hordak as he carried the plates and joined Entrapta at the table.
She was too busy admiring the perfectly tiny golden brown pieces of comfort food to have heard a single thing the clones had said. She hadn’t even noticed she had no cutlery with which to eat with until Kadroh placed some next to her.
She grabbed the folk with her hair and rapidly shoved a piece of toast into her mouth “twankt uwu ‘gwan Gwine Pwg” she uttered with her mouth full.
“Are you going to explain that to him?” questioned Hordak as attempted to take a small bite of a toast portion but as he made all the servings tiny food sized there it was very difficult for him to do so.
“Moi-beee” she shrugged while still having food in her mouth.
“Maybe we should just eat first, talk later?” suggested Kadroh realising he couldn’t understand a word she was saying.
“That’s the best idea you’ve had a in a long time ” chuckled Hordak.