Pancakes

[hellshaped]

Who: Hellboy and YOU
What: Hellboy (on a loss) desires pancakes. He probably could use some help.
When: Lunchtime, prime pancake time
Where: Kitchen
Rating: the babyest rating possible, he is a baby
Note: Prose or actionspam, I'll follow your lead!

Hellboy had been enjoying his time back in the castle. The snow was fun, and he managed to avoid all the weird people so far, since mostly he'd been hanging out with Molotov or exploring the grounds.

But he was getting hungry.

So, if anyone were to step inside the kitchen, they might notice that every inch of it seems to be dusted in a fine powder of flour. There are also broken eggs scattered about, some chocolate chips on the floor, and an open container of milk just sitting on the counter.

The culprit is probably this little red person with horns and a tail, who has found a footstool and is standing over the stove with a skillet in his massive right hand. By the almost cartoonish way he is scratching his head, it should be pretty obvious he's trying to figure out how to turn on the burners.

Children and stoves are probably not a very good idea. And when the child in question is this messy, it's probably the worst idea ever.

Comments

[kidwiththeleash]

[So many people would say stoves and children were a bad idea, but no, not Integra! As a kid herself, she has had to learn to fend for herself, to cook and clean and lord even, make her own tea for the very first time ever in coming to this place.

But this... Well, it was quite the mess she sees when she walks in, and it seems one person is right in the middle of all of it. Hardly afraid of strange things like horns and a tail, not when she's lived with a Nosferatu as a guardian, Integra only sees a little bit of weirdness in this. Mainly the cooking.]

... Hey, what are you doing?

[hellshaped]

[He glances over his shoulder.]

What's it look like? Trying to make pancakes.

[kidwiththeleash]

Pancakes?

[Well... maybe it kind of looks like that.]

Do you need some help?

[hellshaped]

[He considers this for a second, tapping the stonelike fingers of his right hand on the skillet.

But no yeah he doesn't even know what he's doing, really.]

Maybe. Do you know how to make pancakes?

[kidwiththeleash]

I've watched people do it before!

[She picks her skirt up a little to make her way though the mess, to come stand next to Hellboy and take a good look at what he had going on.]

Well, it looks like you did the mix already... So we just have to cook it now!

[Reaching over, she moves to turn the burner on. Pancake time!]

[hellshaped]

[He leans back when she turns the stove on, his eyes going a little wide. So that's how you do it! He couldn't figure it out.]

Careful you don't burn it. Or undercook it. It has to be just right.

[kidwiththeleash]

Hey, I'll be careful.

[And she will! Pouring the batter into the pan, it ends up being a little more than she expected, but that was okay, she'd just make one big pancake instead o some smaller ones.]

I'm Integra, what's your name?

[hellshaped]

[Meanwhile, Hellboy is just kind of looking over at what she's doing. Giant pancake or not, he's very impressed!!]

Hellboy. Who taught you how to make pancakes, Integra?

[kidwiththeleash]

I've watched my butler do it before. He's not here though, so I've taught myself, too.

[I mean, pancakes can't be very hard, right? As long as she doesn't burn them! Integra is a little impatient about it, but at least she can take the time to talk to this new guy.]

Hellboy? That's really your name?

[hellshaped]

[Why do people keep questioning his name ...] Yes. I'm adopted, so that's the name they gave to me.

What do you mean, you have a butler?