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Grian didn’t bake as much as he used to. Much to the dismay of the rest of the evo members. But when he did, they treated him as if he was a god. Today was one of the few times he baked. Christmas, of course there was going to be baked treats!
Grian always made sure to go all out for holidays, always. Could be just Thanksgiving or one of the evolutionist birthdays, he’d make sure that it was just right. He’d do everything in his power to make his server members, his friends , were happy.
Taurtis had decided to tag along. Not that he really minded, any help if help still. But did Grian trust him to touch any of the electronics? Of course not, but there were far too many things that could go wrong. Far too many.
He learnt his lesson back in high school. So his only job was to grab ingredients and measure them. And that was all he had to do. There was no way he could mess that up, right? But then again it was Taurtis he was talking about.
Only five minutes in and Grian was already regretting even letting him into the kitchen. Slipping half the flour wasn't the worst of it. Oh no , that was the warning for what was to come. Mixing up teaspoons for tablespoons. Putting a lethal amount of salt in a bowl.
Almost pushing Grian into the oven, three whole times. Somehow burning his hand, and many more far to stupid to mention. There were things he did that were so stupid, he could probably get a world record for dumbest person alive.
But it was still Christmas, so Grian pushed through.
By an hour in they had some kind of batter. It was useable, but not the prettiest. When Grian had put the cookies to bake, he made Taurtis do the dishes. He doesn’t even want to explain how that went wrong. But all you need to know is that he ended up slipping in the floor more then five times.
“You are a danger to society, our friends and my life!” Grian exclaimed when he fell again. He tried to made frosting but the water on the floor didn’t make it very easy. Especially when the idiot that caused it is just laughing at you.
When Taurtis was finally, finally , done laughing, he helped him up. “And yet you love me!” He joked. Grian only glared at him when he went to grab to cookies out the oven, which he made sure Taurtis was not close to him. He rather not end up in the oven.
When they were cool, Grian started decorating. Then Taurtis joined him. By the time they had some what presentable cookies, there was more frosting on their hands and face then there was in the cookies. But not like they could care when they have each other.
Well for now Grian’s happy. He won’t be if he has to clean up this mess in the morning.