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]

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.

[bronwe]

Is hell a place with much fire? [ That sounds much like the stories they tell of Mordor. ]

[hellshaped]

I guess so. That's what they say, right?

[He seems a little nervous about this now... like maybe he doesn't want to talk about it...]

[bronwe]

I have never heard of hell before...

[ But look, speaking of fires, the first pancake is done! He flips it over to a plate. ]

Yours first. Tell me how it tastes.

[hellshaped]

Never heard of Hell? [IMPOSSIBLE................

But then he's suitably distracted by pancakes, AW YEAH. He is just going to pounce on that and devour, don't mind him. Speaking with his mouth full:] Ish rully good!

[bronwe]

No, though that sounds a little like dark, unpleasant places... like a place called Mordor or some other.

[ He'll also try and steal a bite of that, sorry HB. ]

[hellshaped]

[He doesn't really mind! And he actually uses his manners and swallows before asking the next question:]

What's Mordor?

[bronwe]

I was told it is a dark and barren place.

[hellshaped]

Oh... like a basement?

[Yes, Mordor is a basement.]

[bronwe]

No. Well... [ on second thought ] It is far in the south and terribly hot, I was told.

[hellshaped]

Oh. So like Mexico.

[bronwe]

Is this Mexico so terribly hot?

[hellshaped]

I think so! I've never been there, but, um... well, I live in New Mexico and it's hot, so regular Mexico must be even hotter.

[bronwe]

Oh. Did they make a new one because the real Mexico grew too hot...?

[hellshaped]

[He taps a stone finger to his chin in thought.] That's a really good question! I don't really know.

[bronwe]

Or maybe Mexico is actually such a pleasant face that they need two of them.

[hellshaped]

Maybe! Hey, that's probably it.

[bronwe]

Have you ever been to either Mexicos?

[hellshaped]

Yeah! I live in the new one. It's really pretty, but it's really empty, too. There's just sand everywhere.

[bronwe]

Just sand? What of plants and flowers, have you any of those at all?

[hellshaped]

Sure! There are cactuses... err, maybe that's cacti? They're big plants with spikes on 'em.