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

[bronwe]

[ Trying and failing from the looks of this kitchen. Frodo starts wandering over to the stove to peer at whatever's happening up there. ]

I can try. Best with sugar and lemon!

[hellshaped]

Sugar and lemon? Are you sure you're talking about pancakes?

[bronwe]

Yes. I think. [ Now you have him confused, HB. ] How else do you eat pancakes?

[hellshaped]

With maple syrup. [DUH.]

[bronwe]

What is that?

[hellshaped]

You don't know what maple syrup is?!

[bronwe]

[ Frodo just looks stunned, though not quite as this little thing seems. ]

No... I don't suppose I do.

[hellshaped]

[He clutches at his face!! Ohh noooo.] That's horrible, maple syrup is the only way to eat pancakes.

[He hops up on the counter (not a place where little boys belong, particularly when they have hooves) to dig in the cabinets.]

Maybe there's some in here ...

[bronwe]

[ This must be how Clem felt when he panicked over disliking mushrooms, only worse, because he hasn't even tried this supposedly wonderful maple syrup. Syrup can't be bad.

Frodo walks over, careful not to step on anymore eggshells, and places his palms on the counter to watch him rummage about. ]

You could describe it to me.

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy is not being very neat with his rummaging, and just kind of stacks everything that isn't maple syrup on the counter.]

Ummm. It's sugary... and kind of buttery? It's better if it's a little warm.

[bronwe]

[ Frodo leans on the counter to reach for a bottle of strawberry jam. Ooh. He might be trying to open that jar while he finds the maple syrup now. ]

Like honey, then?

[hellshaped]

Hmm. Kind of! It's the same ... well, it feels the same. [He doesn't know the word "consistency" yet.]

It's kind of goopy. But it's not as sweet.

[bronwe]

[ The jam jar opens with a pop! but now Frodo remembers he has no spoon or bread to eat it with, what a quandary. He surreptitiously eats it off his fingers instead. ]

I still think you should try lemon and sugar with your pancakes, they work wonderfully.

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy doesn't notice this -- and even if he did, he wouldn't say anything. Eating jam out of a jar seems perfectly reasonable, okay.]

Well ... if you say so. [HE IS SKEPTICAL. But he stops searching for the syrup to look over at Frodo again.]

Then can you make it for me? I don't know how.

[bronwe]

[ That's because it is reasonable! ]

I can make you pancakes, and then you can eat it with this syrup. You don't suppose we call different things the same?

[hellshaped]

[He makes a dismissive sound. PFFTT.]

Nooo. Because I know what lemon and sugar are! And they're not syrup.

[bronwe]

[ HB, why does this have to be so difficult... Frodo sets that jam aside and starts to fetch a box of flour with gusto. ]

All right then. I will make the batter while you keep on your search for this maple syrup.

[hellshaped]

[Because he is a very clever, know-it-all kind of kid. Fun and annoying!]

Okay! I bet it's in here someplace...

[bronwe]

[ And pancakes really are quite simple. Frodo sets to work, fetching bowls and other ingredients, butter most necessarily. Measurements aren't important when one knows how good pancakes should taste!

He starts whipping the ingredients, plus lots of extra butter, together by hand, because that's the proper way to do it!

[hellshaped]

[Eventually, Hellboy manages to come up with a large bottle of maple syrup. It's as big as his head, and he sets it down on the counter with a loud thunk.]

Found it!

[bronwe]

[ By that point, Frodo is happily beating the batter, before offering the bowl to him. ]

You seem to have stronger arms [ arm? ] than I am. Why don't you give this a try?

[hellshaped]

[!!!Responsibility!!!

Hellboy's little yellow eyes shine with excitement, and he takes the bowl to mix it.]

Gee, thanks!

[bronwe]

[ This thing is pretty adorable despite appearances! He makes Frodo think of Smeagol, the poor wretched thing. He leans back on the counter and reaches for the maple syrup. ]

Are you so fond of pancakes to go through so much trouble?

[hellshaped]

[Hopefully cuter than Smeagol, though. Also he isn't constantly choking.]

Mmhm! They're my favorite food. What's yours?

[bronwe]

[ Way cuter. And so far there's no sign that he's out to strangle Frodo to death or anything... ]

Mushrooms! Less trouble to prepare, I must say.