By the time the two'd gotten back it was going on 6 at night, the light of the sky beginning to dim.
As they walked in the door, Wil stood and quickly walked over, leaving the others to their conversation.
"Need any help?" he asked, leaning up against the counter.
"Never opposed," Jamie spoke as he pulled out everything needed from the bags, spreading it across the counter.
Tubbo perked up, raising his hand. It took Jamie a moment to see him, but when he did he sighed.
"This isn't a classroom, you're allowed to talk," he laughed.
"Can I help?"
"Hmmmm," he pretended to think about it. "C'mere," he gestured him over as he gathered a few things in his hands. He handed them over. "You're in charge of washing these."
"Yes sir," Tubbo nodded.
"That's how you know you're getting old," Wil chuckled, rounding the counter.
"Just for that I'm giving you jobs you'll struggle with," he smiled, picking up the garlic. "Here you go. Minced, thank you." He pulled a knife from the block, flipping it around and offering the garlic and handle.
((Wil POV))
There was no chance he was going to admit that he didn't know how to mince garlic. He was sure he could figure it out.
He pulled out one of the cutting boards from its place and walked it to the table, plopping the garlic and knife down and staring at it, considering.
He quietly took out his phone, making a search.
Ah, wuh oh.
He turned the bulb and then picked it up, breaking off a few cloves.
"Mm, hey Jamesy-poo, how much of this you want?" he asked, pausing from breaking it up.
"Half, can never have too much garlic," he answered as he peeled potatoes.
"You got it, your majesty," he pulled off a few more cloves, starting to slowly peel them, accidentally piercing one and covering his fingertips in garlic juice. He tried to shake off his hand as the peel started to stick.
Y/n leaned over his shoulder and stifled a laugh.
"Need help?"
"No, shut up," Wil tried to wipe it off on the cutting board, only halfway succeeding, and picked up the knife as Y/n walked off. You were meant to smash it, he was 99% sure.
So, angling the knife, he did just that, accidentally breaking the second (third? the fuck even is a garlic) skin and getting more stuck to his hands. Why was his skin turning red?
"I knew it," Tubbo whispered, slinking over to the counter. He pointed. "Vampire. But really, are you ok?"
Pale and gaunt, he might as well be.
"I might be mildly allergic," he mumbled, checking his hand. "What will happen will happen. I think I got it. Minced is small, right?" he asked, too late to fix it if he'd been wrong.
"Yup, looks good," Jamie took the board from him, moving further into the kitchen and dunking half in the pot, the peels in the trash, and returning it. "Might want to wash that off your hands."
Wil nodded. He went over to the sink, washed his hands thoroughly, and went to go back. Before he could get past, Jamie stopped him.
"I found two peelers, which one of you won't fuck up and knick yourself?"
Wil held out a hand, taking one when offered, as well as the carrots.
"Ay Tubbo," he called, pulling something out of the drawer. He tossed it lightly to hold out the handle of the mallet-thing and waved it towards the cutting board with meat on it. "You'll be the designated smasher."
"Smash her? I hardly know her."
((Yes, sudden ending, bleh bleh shut up I'm lazy and writer-blocked))
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