track 05: all i want for christmas is you (dictated)

[righttrack]

[Kurt is leaning over a counter on the kitchen where he's placed two books: A cookbook and his journal. He dictates to the journal as he lazily flips through the cookbook.]

I think I want to make something. Food. Does anyone have any requests? I'll be in the kitchen.

[He's trying not to think about Blaine, really. The kissing hasn't helped with that issue.]

(ooc| Open for planned or unplanned kisses, or just journal talk!)

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[righttrack]

So, just corn, then.

[delincuente]

Yeah, I guess. Just minus the stupid cob part.

[righttrack]

You're oddly delightful, Alex.

I'll try the biscuits, and I can definitely promise corn without the cob.

[delincuente]

Aw, that's so sweet! [An amused cackle.] I'll come bum some off of you, then.

[righttrack]

I'll be here.

[delincuente]

[And about ten minutes later, Alex will be there, earbuds in her ears and her feet stuffed into big, floppy slippers. She gives Kurt a lazy little wave and climbs up onto a barstool to watch him.]

Hey.

[righttrack]

[He chuckles.]

Lovely footwear.

[He's already taken out a bag of frozen corn to thaw, and he's currently looking for biscuit recipes in the cookbook.]

How are you?

[delincuente]

Okay enough, I guess.

[She reaches over and absently pokes the package of corn.]

Kinda thinking about staying in my room all month.

[righttrack]

[Ah, he really didn't want to talk about kissing. At least, he's assuming that's what she means. He knows he's running a risk just being in the kitchen, but the need to keep his mind on things that aren't Blaine outweighs his fear of more smooches. He stays focused on the cookbook as he talks, though he stops turning pages.]

It really is an awful trick, isn't it?

[delincuente]

Yeah, but basically everything here is.

[She shrugs, and then leans over to look at the cookbook. Seeing few pictures, she quickly gets bored.]

... So you know how to cook?

[righttrack]

That's a good point.

[He sighs, then finally looks over at her, nodding.]

This and that. My dad's not exactly an expert... And neither am I, but I learned to pick up some of the slack once I was old enough to use the oven.

[delincuente]

[She nods in understanding.]

My mom cooks pretty well, but for the rest of us takeout is kind of the extent.

[righttrack]

[He laughs at that, genuinely amused.] Well, in that case, it's a good thing you live in the city, huh?

Oh! Here we go, biscuits... Let's see...

[delincuente]

Yeah, I can't imagine if we lived in, like, Wisconsin or something.

[She pulls her feet up onto the stool and watches.]

You found something?

[righttrack]

...Then you'd be eating a lot of cheese, from what I've heard.

[It's a joke, but kind of a half-hearted one.]

I think so. This looks doable.

[delincuente]

Cool.

[She tilts her head to skim the recipe.]

We usually just use the tube ones.

[righttrack]

[He looks over at her, mildly amused.] Like Pillsbury? No, we're doing this the real, homemade way.

[delincuente]

"We"?

[She raises an eyebrow and laughs, before slipping off of her stool to come get a closer look.]

I don't think you want me helping.

[righttrack]

And why not? It could be your chance to learn.

[delincuente]

I could ruin cereal. Like, forreals.

[righttrack]

I think you might be overstating a bit. But either way! That's why it's good for you to learn by assisting me, not just doing it yourself.

[delincuente]

Okay then, Bobby Flay. What can I do?

[righttrack]

[Smiling, he grabs a pencil off the counter and circles the second half of the list of ingredients.]

Why don't you start by grabbing this stuff?

[delincuente]

[She does so, albeit slowly. Salt... flour... butter...]

What the heck is shortening?

[righttrack]

[He just shrugs at that.]

Something you bake with.