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[scourgingstars]

♥ Who: Ardyn + whoever
♥ Where: Various
♥ When: Throughout September
♥ What: Catchall
♥ Rating: T

[like it says, general catchall for the month of september as necessary! check over here for a general idea of what he gets up to on a normal day if that makes things easier. hit me up at lollichop if you need/want me to get something started, but generally have at it however you want.]

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Approx a week before Noctis' Birthday

[kingkingcxiii]

[With all the noise coming from the kitchen, it's honestly surprising that there is not the smell of burning food accompanying it. It seems like there should be. Perhaps, Ardyn has just stumbled upon this disaster before it has gotten that far?

Does he:

A.) Return to his room and hope the whole house doesn't burn down when the burning of food eventually happens?
B.) Try to help save the kitchen from whatever horror is being visited upon it?
C.) Try to help the fool who is attempting to do Astrals know what to the food in there?
D.) Grab his tablet and duck flying flour to record the whole mess as it goes down in real time?
E.) Active the secret Tonberry Weapon (TM) and allow IT to deal with whatever is going on in there? ]

[scourgingstars]

[Well, that was...alarming, at minimum. Ardyn, in the middle of catching Viridi on another dash for the silverware drawer, caught up with this terrible disaster before it set the house on fire.]

Ah...is everything quite alright?

[kingkingcxiii]

[Despite the haze of flour in the air--the explanation for that just MIGHT be the fact there is so much in Regis' hair that it makes a cloud around him each time he moves--nothing is on fire yet, though it looks to be a near thing. The glare he has fixed on his tablet is almost enough to make anything burst into flame, no magic required!]

How did he make it look so easy?

[scourgingstars]

Oh...good heavens.

[Ardyn did try not to laugh, setting Viridi on the floor and brushing off some of the flour when he approached.]

Would you like some help?

[kingkingcxiii]

[The annoyance on Regis' face slowly becomes something closer to a pout as he considers Ardyn's offer. He'd wanted to do this alone for Noctis, but he also knows a losing battle when he sees it.]

Ignis didn't happen to tell you the magic trick he had for making those tarts Noctis likes so well, did he? My son's birthday is coming up soon and since Ignis isn't here anymore, I thought I would try to make them so Noctis can at least have a little something tied to his friend there.

[scourgingstars]

I don't recall that he did, but I suspect you could benefit from an extra set of hands regardless. I'm not nearly as capable in the kitchen as Ignis, but I did learn quite a few things.

[kingkingcxiii]

You are a good many steps ahead of me, nonetheless.

[Regis sighs and turns back to his tablet, tapping it gently on the counter to remove as much flour from it as possible.]

The filling seems relatively simple, but the crust is defeating me completely. Will Viridi be assisting?

[Because, why not? Can things actually go any worse?]

[scourgingstars]

We will not, in fact, be benefiting from such help today. [He picked up the tonberry and set it on a nearby table with a lightly admonishing tone and pat on the head.]

Here, let me take a look at that.

[kingkingcxiii]

[It is probably for the best. Viridi can supervise the disaster in progress.

Regis hands over the tablet wondering offhandedly what the natives will think if he has to get a replacement one because of all the flour that is no doubt slipping into every nook and cranny.]

Did Ignis teach you what all the measurement abbreviations mean? What is the difference between tbsp and tsp?

[scourgingstars]

He did, actually. [Viridi perked up as Ardyn reached for the silverware drawer, but all he took out were a teaspoon and tablespoon.]

One’s smaller.

[kingkingcxiii]

Ah!

[The answer seems so obvious now that he knows exactly what he is suppose to be looking for. That just leaves one more question.]

Which would be the tablespoon and which the teaspoon?

[scourgingstars]

The tablespoon's the larger one. Though knowing that won't prevent one from apparently dropping a bag of flour.

[kingkingcxiii]

[Regis huffs softly at that, looking away at the mess on the counter.]

I wasn't expecting it to attack me when I opened it! You would have been surprised too.

[scourgingstars]

A truly fearsome enemy, I am sure.

[kingkingcxiii]

"Fearsome" might be giving it too much credit. I was just surprised.

[Since Ardyn doesn't seem as if he is going to give Regis the pity he deserves then there is no reason to linger.]

I did know what cups were at least. Will you check that bowl? I believe I got the right amount in there eventually.

[If only because most of the rest of it was spilled everywhere else.]

[scourgingstars]

Of course.

[Which he would, and barring it looking like an overfloured disaster he would calmly set it aside for the moment outside the Danger Zone.]

I think that's in order or close to it. What else do we require?

[kingkingcxiii]

[There may or may not be a sigh of relief from the area where Regis is standing. After that, there is a moment of pause before he answers the question.]

Two eggs. Without shells.

[He keeps cracking them too hard, Ardyn. Just look at the mess in the sink. HELP.]