Really Brain?

Baking A Coal

Brain = bold

Me = italics

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"..."

"..."

"What are you trying to do?"

"You mean this?"

"Yes."

"I am, as you can see, or maybe not, trying to bake."

"You? Bake? Ahem...Where is the riotous laughter coming from?"

"Excuse me?"

"You are forgetting the time when you burnt the kitchen?"

"..."

"You,  my dear, are the person who burns the kitchen not bakes a delicious cake."

"Excuse me?"

"Excused."

"I declare a challenge!"

"I am listening..."

"I will bake my favourite cake without any damage, just see."

"Hmm, you are going to lose."

"Will I?"

"...Yes..."

"Frick you."

"Come on, what are you baking?"

"Chocolate malt cake."

"Ok then..."

"Recipe: Add flour, malted milk powder, sugar, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda, salt and espresso powder to a large bowl or the bowl of a stand mixer. Whisk through-"

"You are baking the cake right? Then why are you telling me the recipe?"

"I am mouthing it to myself, you idiot. Anyways, whisk through to combine or, using your paddle attachment, stir through flour mixture until combined wel-"

"Stop!"

"What is your problem?"

"Your nagging voice that is constantly disturbing me."

"Sorry? Disturbing you from what exactly?"

"Drawing schemes on how to make you lose."

"..."

"I am going to call you the eye-rolling girl from now on."

"Ssshh."

"Anyways-"

"If you continue, I will do something!"

"...Like?"

"Your taunting is useless. "

"There goes flour!"

"..."

"And baking soda along with baking powder..."

"Time for cocoa powder. Where is it...?"

"Which cocoa powder you are using?"

"The one that I have?"

"Which type, you idiot."

"I wonder how I put up with you 24/7. Found it!"

"Last I checked, that is not any type of-"

"Good Lord! The dark one."

"Oh. Go on..."

"..."

"Half cup of cocoa powder...Double it and it becomes-"

"Two cups!"

"...Two cups it is."

"..."

"..."

"...And there's the cake in the oven. See! I didn't make any mistakes! In your face."

"..."

"You don't have a face, otherwise it would be very creepy, but still I did it-"

">:)"

"...Is that an evil, smiley face?"

"...Maybe..."

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?"

"0.5 + 0.5 = ?"

"Why are we solving maths right now? Tell me what did you do?!"

"I am. Just answer."

"One..."

"How many cups of cocoa powder did you put in?"

"..."

"..."

"...TWO CUPS! TWO FREAKING CUPS. IT WILL COME OUT AS BLACK AS COAL!"

"And did you put in any sugar...?"

"I HATE YOU!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Idiot."

"What are you muttering?"

"..."

"Ouch! Ouch! Stop banging your head!"

"You deserve it!"

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A/N: Hey guys! What's up? (Besides the sky)
So, I am here because to tell you that this incident actually happened. But, I didn't realise that I have poured in two cups of cocoa powder until after the cake came out of the oven, black as coal. Yay me! 

I also tried to eat it, but it was, for those curious, inedible. 

That's all I had to say so goodbye now, I am off to listen to 'Dance In The Dark' by Au/Ra and complete the ton of homework I have piled on my desk. Anyone else here who listens to her?

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