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( her mixing became a tad... enthusiastic, clearly delighted at the prospect of watching a movie with family. once the concoction looked more like a dough, she'd put a plastic wrap over it to let it rise. )
now we wait for it, mother.
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( a visible perk up as crimson hues sparkled. she'd turn to Lucilla with enthusiastic nods, even as she continued mixing the ingredients together. )
can we?
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that’s fine with me.
( once she gave the bowl to her, she’d observe her daughter in mixing the ingredients. it seemed like she was well taught in this area of baking, even forming a smile. )
would you like to watch a movie?
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we will mix them together.
( she'd take her own bowl and slowly pour the contents into her mother's bowl of ingredients before Chisa took charge in mixing them together. )
we'll have to wait for at least an hour for the cookie dough to be ready. i hope it's no trouble?
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as am i.
( a giggle left her lips, before finishing up her part. she’d turn off the mixer, setting it off to the side before taking the bowl and walking toward chisa. )
i’m finished. what’s next?
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it's no trouble, mother. i am simply happy to spend some quality time with you.
( sincerity was dripping in her voice while she prepared the food coloring for the icing later. )
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( she’d mix, keeping an eye on it while humming to herself. lucilla was quite happy, and felt less lonely, having chisa in her home, and taking her in as her daughter. )
of course, dear.
thank you for doing this with me.
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thank you.
( thorogh mixture of flour and salt. it wasn't that difficult, simply melding them together before she'd gently set it beside the bowl of her mother. )
you can pour this bowl once everything is mixed in yours, mother.
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understood, dear.
( the same sentiment was shared, as lucilla wished to converse with her as well. taking the mixer, plugging it in, and turning it on to a low setting, she’d set it in the bowl, beginning to mix. )
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a mixer would be faster. i will take the whisk. we have to combine them into a dough and wait at least an hour.
( a rather sheepish expression after revealing the wait time. she hoped Lucilla wouldn't mind. perhaps they can bond and chat while waiting...? )
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please mix the sugar and butter first. once they're well mixed, please beat an egg with a few drops of vanilla extract.
( she'd begin pouring flour into a bowl, sprinkling a bit of salt before turning back to Lucilla. )
i'll hand this bowl to you afterwards, mother.
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right.
( she'd hand over the butter and sugar to her mother, following by handing over the egg and vanilla extract. she'd prepare another bowl for the dry ingredients. )
i'll handle the flour and salt mixture, mother!
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aw, that’s so sweet…
( lucilla wondered if chisa had carried many stories in honami, and she looked forward to hear such in the future. )
alright. let’s begin making the cookies.
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yes. i helped my capybara friend back in Honami in their baking duties for their cafe.
( a nostalgic fondness washed over her face as she prepared a huge bowl for the ingredients. )
we can leave the icing last until the cookies start baking, mother.
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( lucilla would cup her chin, wondering which option to go for. )
let’s go for the icing. it adds a bit more… flavour and icing is quite perfect for it.
( a glance at her daughter. )
have you ever done this before, chisa?
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( bright smile accompanied a faintly flushed face. they both knew it, so she simply offered a grateful and joyful look before she laid out the ingredients. )
how would you like to go about the cookies, mother? should we make the cookies themselves different colors
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there’s one thing… you already know it, but it means so much to me.
( a soft chuckle, just before following her to the sink and doing exactly what she did, before drying her hands off and placing the apron. )
let’s begin.
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what is there to thank me for?
( soft and fond giggles escaped her lips as she quickly went to wash her hands. once dried, she would grab an apron to tie on her back. )
i am ready.
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( such embarrassment that was held from her professor swiftly turned into a warm, comforted smile, hearing such words from chisa. )
chisa… thank you so much…
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i see. so you were simply distracted, then.
it won't happen now since you have someone with you, mother.
( Chisa patted her chest proudly, beaming. such a mistake would be hard to do with someone else keeping watch. )
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… perhaps…
the academy called, and i didn’t know it would be quite a long conversation…
i had forgotten about the cookies…
( she looked away for a bit. )
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( her eyes gazed deeply into Lucilla's. if there was a timer function, her mother would certainly use it. it couldn’t be a wrong input of temperature, could it? )
please be honest with me... were you perhaps... distracted?
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( she followed her adopted daughter, entering the kitchen as planned, before embarrassment began to crash through her face once the question was posed. )
w—well… a bit too long…
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( hurrying along to their kitchen... it seemed all the ingredients they needed for the cookies were present. she turned toward Lucilla with a tilt of her head. )
mother, my apologies for the bluntness, but for how long were the cookies baking?
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my sweet, dear, chisa…
please don’t give me that face… and besides, there’s plenty of cookies to bake! i just wanted to see if i topple last year’s result… and ended up getting the same…
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