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There was chaos, there was screaming...now you know you messed something up if the calm and collected Folkqueen is clutching her head staring at the horrifying scene of....a burnt piece of food. Okay wording is incorrect it was the said person that made the mess.
Now you might be asking, why is the NZ representative, record breaker runner, and multiple G1 champion staring at this burnt piece of food....well, it's because a certain friend of hers, quote unquote friend (they are dating your honor! But the girl will deny it, while blushing making excuses on how she finds the gray horse 'not' cute) is visiting from the country of Nippon and she's trying to cook for the said visitor.
Ellerslie (known as Bonecrusher in real life, yeah sounds like a heavy metal song...must be why the goth punk theme of their race wear) is just watching in the corner, hand on her mouth trying to stop her laughter.
"It isn't funny Sister!" Folkqueen said, raising her head to the heavens, in distress.
She does not want to disappoint her friend 'crush' they are calling daily for pete's sake, feelings have developed, even though Oguri was so obvious about it at first sight of the NZ horse girl, Oguri was smitten, literally stopped eating just to stare at her, but the said object of the Peak's attention did not notice that at first.
"How about something simple.....like..." The elder sister scrolled through her phone and showed a recipe to Folkqueen, it was a recipe for a Strawberry tart with Horlicks crème pâtissière, a dessert.
"There's nothing simple about that at all!" Came her retort and slapped the phone away from Ellerslie's hand.
"I don't know why it got a reaction out of me, but Horlicks for some reason being a brand of malt drink pisses me off!" Folkqueen said, not knowing why.
"Maybe some sort of outside force?" Ellerslie said, finger on her chin.
The phone that cluttered to the floor suddenly blinked alight, the two NZ horse girls looked at it. It seems amidst it hitting the floor Google searched 'Horlicks' meaning you messed up, like it's pointing out the mess that has happened to her cooking and the irony of it.
Folkqueen angrily stomps on the phone at that, destroying it.
"My phone!" Came the exclamation of pain from the Big sister, wallet-kun in shambles.
With a flourish Folkqueen took out a baking tray. "New plan! I bake!"
"But that was technically my suggestion with the recipe!"
Ellerslie was ignored.
---Le Timeskip---
The two NZ horse girls stared at the blackened pieces of what is supposed to be cookies.
"Folkqueen I know you bake well, cook well even, why are you failing now..." Ellerslie is confused at this...truly questionable.
"I don't know!" came Folk's reply, going to all fours in defeat, ears drooped down. "It's so over....imagine her first visit to our beloved home country, and I poisoned her!"
"Stop being dramatic...also you got cream on your cheek."
Folk ignored that and stood up, her hoodie was covered in flour, her buttoned collar shirt and necktie covered in stains from the chocolate. And a piece of dried dough stuck to her ear accessory.
"And you do not look presentable at all."
The doorbell rang, someone said come in, got told to go to the kitchen, and in came the guest that Folk was waiting and cooking for.
"Folkqueen I'm here, your friends are nice......" Oguri trailed off seeing the chaos in the kitchen, the messed up Folkqueen, and the staring Ellerslie. "Eh?"
"Oguri!? You are here! Already?!" Folkqueen exclaimed.
Oguri took out her phone, the one she got from Kitahara. "I messaged that I got picked up and was close to your house."
Folkqueen in her panic forgor to check her phone, she did just that now and indeed saw the multiple messages Oguri left.
Ellerslie galloped out of the kitchen, (get it? Gallop? Cause Honse?) leaving behind the two 'friends' in the messy kitchen, with an equally messy Folkqueen who is blushing, her red and gold eyes literally looked everywhere in the room except for Oguri.
"Are those cookies?" Oguri asked walking to Folkqueen, the New Zealander noticed that Oguri was wearing a jacket that oddly matches with her hoodie.
Folk shook her head and sighed presenting the cookies to Oguri. "I know how to cook, but everything is not going my way today." a scoff followed after those words.
Oguri ignored the burnt cookie and swiped at the cream that was on Folk's cheek with her thumb and put it in her mouth. "Taste good though."
Folkqueen blushes at that and scoffs, looking down liking the gesture. The Kasamatsu native just ate the burnt cookie without complaint. "You made this, everything you make is good for me though Folkqueen."
"Charmer, anyway glad you are enjoying it." With a mumble Folkqueen took a bite of her own hand made cookie that was being offered by Oguri, directly taking a bite from it, not even realizing the indirect kiss. And promptly spits it out on Oguri's face.
"Ah...." Came Oguri's word when the projectile hit her face.
"Blimmin' that's nasty! I baked that crap?" Folkqueen said downing a glass of water.
Oguri giggled and took the last bite of the cookie. "It's food, and you made it." hands Folkqueen a handkerchief.
"You are just being biased." she mumbles her thanks and starts wiping the flour and stains on her clothes with the handkerchief. "Anyway, let's go to my room, I need to change, shower and then I'll show you around in Matamata."
"Excited."
"You better be, come on." holds Oguri's hand and drags her along, making small talk about how their day has been and how's the flight and etc., unconsciously tail hugging Oguri's which the other returns.
----Meanwhile with Ellerslie----
"My phone! Folkqueen still needs to pay for it!"