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

[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.

[hellshaped]

[YET....!! No I'm kidding, he wouldn't do that.]

Ewww. Mushrooms sound gross.

[bronwe]

[ Nice HB. Frodo reaches out a hand to take that bowl back now. ]

You only haven't had the right ones!

[hellshaped]

[He pulls a little face. Eww.]

They're all the same! Squishy and weird.

[bronwe]

Not the fresh ones!

[ Frodo will go to look for some butter now, peering about the mess in the kitchen to find a decent one. He doesn't think to look in the fridge because what is that cabinet? ]

[hellshaped]

[Let it be said that Hellboy actually never has had mushrooms...]

What are you looking for? Mushrooms?

[bronwe]

[ He laughs, then deciding to simply wish for a stick from the castle, eying the package with some interest. ]

I would say mushrooms go with even pancakes but you might disagree!

[hellshaped]

That sounds weird. Pancakes should be delicious, not weird and ... mushroom-y.

[bronwe]

All right, no mushrooms this time.

[ He starts placing the pan on the stove, which isn't too easy considering his height. Sigh. ]

But next time!

[hellshaped]

Ewww...

[Immature whining aside, he does his best to peer at what this little guy is doing!]

Hey ... what's your name, anyway?

[bronwe]

[ And there goes a generous dollop of butter into the pan. ]

Frodo Baggins. You should call me Frodo.

[hellshaped]

Hello, Frodo! I'm Hellboy.

...but a lot of people don't want to call me that here. [It's been like, one person.] So you can call me something else if you want to.

[bronwe]

[ He doesn't know what hell is, thankfully, so he says it anyway albeit a little unsure. ]

Hellboy? May I just call you by your name?

[hellshaped]

Sure! If you want to.

[bronwe]

Good. And you can call me by mine.

[hellshaped]

Yeah! Your name is fun to say. I've never met anybody with a name like that before.

[bronwe]

It isn't the most common even in the Shire.

Why did they call you Hellboy? [ That is, what is this hell that he is a boy of? ]

[hellshaped]

Oh... well, I just showed up in a ball of flame one day. So I guess that's why they call me that.