Log: Falling Towards The Sky

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Louisiana, Sigma Ai, and Oquirrh
What: Ever wonder what the city looks like from above?
Where: Louisiana's safe house, Control vehicle bay/air space over Gulch
When: 6/25 Thursday
Warnings: Mild cursing, shenanigans involving two dorks in an aircraft with no doors, Sigma cooking


Louisiana slips out of the pillow fort and stretches out her arms. She hadn't expected to do that with Sigma so soon and especially because he didn't want to go home. However it beat him sleeping at the hospital. This guaranteed good sleep for him. Her not so much. She had waited for him to pass out in order to call Omega before getting her own rest.

She heads into the kitchen and makes two cups of coffee. Bringing them back to the fort, she gently nudges Sigma awake. They had a pretty exciting plan for the day. So it'd be best to make sure he started off in a good mood.

"Hey rise and shine, Rooks. We got a date with a Falcon today."

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[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Beignets. Or French doughnuts I suppose," she smiles softly. It had been a bit since she made them. Plus it was better if they were shared. "I guess I'm fulfilling that promise to show you how to make them."

[ambitious_muse]

"Really? Thanks!" So he's a little nervous about heating oil, given his bad luck with kitchens. But then, there's nobody else in the house who would distract him away from cooking. He might be okay.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Really Rooks. It's no problem." She gets the stove set up properly. It wouldn't take too long to heat the oil so she's checks on the dough she was having him mix. "So far not bad at all."

[ambitious_muse]

"Mixing things isn't so difficult," he says. In fact, he hasn't even spilled on the counter. Not bad for early morning cooking.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana sprinkles some flour out on the corner so the dough wouldn't stick to it. "Well that's true. Place it here and roll it out. We have to cut it into pieces before frying."

[ambitious_muse]

He can do that, too. He wipes some flour on his hands before picking up the dough and plopping it on the counter. Louisiana has already pulled out the rolling pin; he uses it to manage the dough as best as he can.

"How thick should I make these?" He asks.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"The pieces need to be a quarter of an inch thick at most. They expand when we try them so we need them at a manageable size," she points out. Louisiana watches him work. So far things were going pretty good she must say.

[ambitious_muse]

"Got it." Quarter of an inch? So pretty thin. He wrangles the though until it's roughly the thickness she had indicated. "About that big?"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Perfect. Now cut it up into squares. Mix up the sizes if you want," she nods. The oil was ready to go so once he finished that up, they were ready to fry.

[ambitious_muse]

"All right?" He doesn't want them to be too big or they'll be too doughy, but too small and they'll probably burn. He ends up making most of them two or three inches square.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She heads towards him and checks them over. "Those work just fine. Ready to do this?"

[ambitious_muse]

"Let's," he says, grinning. He picks up two pieces to bring over.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Alright. Got to be careful during this," she remarks. Taking over her own two pieces, she gently places them in the oil and is wary of the slight splash back

[ambitious_muse]

That looks a bit dangerous. Sigma resists the temptation to just throw his pieces in. The oil spits at him, but he manages to slip them in without getting seriously burned. He'll call that a success.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"There you go. Now give it a couple of seconds and then we can pull them out. Grab a couple paper towels please."

[ambitious_muse]

"Seconds? That's pretty fast." He'll take her word for it, though. She has actually made these before, after all. She knows what she's doing.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

After a couple of moments, she pulls out the puffed up dough and rests the pieces on the paper towels. It's then a repeat with new pieces.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma helps her gather the pieces and immerse them one by one in the heated oil. "These smell wonderful," he says.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"This isn't even the best part." Once they've gotten all of the pieces fried, Louisiana comes over and sprinkles a large amount of powder sugar over the dough. "Violá."

[ambitious_muse]

Roxy introduced him to the magic that is powdered sugar. Though he hasn't tried it on confections yet, this looks promising. "That's quite the coup de grace," he says.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana shrugs, smiling some. "It makes them all the better."

[ambitious_muse]

"You don't have to sell me on them. Trust me." He wonders if the first ones are cool enough to eat. The smell reminds him how hungry he is.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"They should be good to go in a minute. Let them cool off a bit. Can't have you getting a burnt tongue," she teases.

[ambitious_muse]

"I'm being careful," he says. "I don't want to burn anything over this meal. And when it happens, you can be my witness."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Fair enough. We should be good to go now though," she points out. Louisiana lets him try one out first.