☆ Duty 7 - Sweet time passing by

[combatbutler]

A. Action | 5719 Cunningham Lane

[ It was a new day. Hayate just knew today was going to be a good da--wait. He steps backwards a bit and glances at the calendar. ]

...Has it really been a year already...?

It feels odd to say the least. I've met so many people, yet also lost some along the way. [ he'll heave a sigh remembering Keima and Elsie. ]

I wonder if the mistress is worried about me...

B. Action | School

[ After classes had ended, Hayate decided to go to the Home Economics room. It was there that he baked millions of sweets. He just had to bake something after having being preoccupied by the fact that he was in mayfield for a year now. ]

C. Action | Around Town

[ So after making those tasty treats, and throwing the burnt ones away, Hayate ultimately decides to give them away. ]

...Um, excuse me. Would you like some homemade sweets? ...T-they're on the house just so you know. Eheheh.

Comments

B.

[succorer]

[ After spending some time in the halls, pacing about and playing the social card with some of the drones, Peeta decides that he, too would enjoy to bake something. Maybe those Rice Krispie treats that girl had mentioned to him. He can do it here, too, without making a mess of his home kitchen, and without making his -- well, assigned dad - feel like he needed to eat them.

He didn't expect someone to already be in the room. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't think someone would be in here.

B.

[combatbutler]

--Oh, ahah... hello there. I didn't think anyone would come here either.

Um, it's not a problem. There's a lot of pans and pots to go around you know.

[succorer]

[ He goes to one of the table tops, and puts his supplies down (marshmallows, rice krispies, and butter). ]

Thanks. I mean, I didn't know if you were expecting to be alone.

[ And a couple of pans are pulled out for this venture. ]

[combatbutler]

I was, but it's really fine. The more the merrier right? It'll be more entertaining having someone to talk to.

[succorer]

Yes, it might make time pass a bit more quickly. [ Because he wasn't completely sure how long it took to make these, and although he doesn't mind the quiet, it keeps him from his thoughts. He turns on the burner and peers over. ]

I'm Peeta.

[combatbutler]

Haha, that's true. You never know how long baking really takes. [ he'll tear open flour and pour it into the bowl. ]

Nice to meet you, Peeta. I'm Hayate.

[succorer]

Nice to meet you. [ Curious, but he'll start with butter and marshmallows. ] I haven't used the classroom here before.

[ But not making a mess of his home kitchen with a potential disaster seemed like a good idea. ] Or really any kitchens like the ones here. [ He learned quickly, after several mistakes. ]

[combatbutler]

I haven't used it either, but I've always been interested in cooking in this place. The kitchen back at the house is too small for making large portions so I thought I would take it here.

[succorer]

I didn't want to risk fire or something. I figure the open space will be safer. [ Safety first. ]

[combatbutler]

Ah... that's true.

---I've had that experience before, not very fun. [ he's just a guy with lots of misfortune ]

[succorer]

...[ Peeks at what you're working on. ] What are you making?

[combatbutler]

Cake. I have the sudden urge to bake sweets today.

How about you might I ask?

[succorer]

Rice Krispie treats. [ He says it like it's something so...strange. They don't have things like this at home. Small smile. He feels very at home in a kitchen. ] I'm a baker at home.

B.

[fail_assassin]

[ The smell of those sweet treats is what lured Flonne over to the Home Economics room, and she poked her head in from the doorway. ]

Excuse me? I hope that I'm not interrupting anything.

B.

[combatbutler]

Hm? [ Hayate turns to the newcomer, but accidentally places his hand on the stove, which earns a girly scream to emerge from his throat. He runs over to sink and places his burning hand onto the water with a relaxed sigh. ]

...N-Not at all miss. [ he'll give an embarrassed chuckle ]

B.

[fail_assassin]

WAH!

[ Flonne jumps nearly a foot off the ground, responding back to Hayate's girly scream with one of her own. That startled her!

After a few seconds, she realizes what has happened and scampers over to him with a concerned look on her face. ]

A-are you okay?! I'm so sorry!

B.

[combatbutler]

I-It's alright, miss. No need to worry about me. It's my fault for being so thoughtless. [ he'll let out a light chuckle ]

B.

[fail_assassin]

Well... if you say so. It is still partly my fault though.

[She leans in, trying to get a better look at the hand that Hayate toasted.]

Oh, good. It doesn't look like you burned yourself that badly.

B.

[combatbutler]

Don't worry, it takes more than this to put off this butler--oh. Wow haven't said that in a while... Haha.

Thanks, miss.

B.

[fail_assassin]

You're a butler? That's so dignified!

Is that how you know how to make these sweets?

[...and speaking of sweets, she going to take a step closer to the motherload. They do look and smell scrumptious.]

Action ☆ High School

[fatedmagica]

Hayate-san?

[ Madoka followed him, somewhat on accident, to the Home Ec room. She hasn't seen him in a while, so it' time to say hello! ]

Um, are you going to make something?

Action ☆ High School

[combatbutler]

--!!

[ Crash!! Hayate trips on a roller and bumps his head on a pan, but don't worry he's fine. ]

...Oh, ahah... Good day to you, Madoka.

Action ☆ Around Town

[badend_replay]

On the house, sir? [ Rika tilts her head curiously. She doesn't really like homemade sweets... they remind her of Hanyuu. ] You made them all by yourself? Why?

Action ☆ High School

[combatbutler]

Indeed, young miss. I just felt like making sweets for everyone.

[badend_replay]

That is very kind of you, but is there an occasion to inspire this kindness?

[combatbutler]

...well. In a few days I'll be in Mayfield for a year now. Though that's not really all that special.

[badend_replay]

A year... I see. I'm sorry to hear it. So you are... celebrating?

[combatbutler]

...Aha... Celebrating? Uwa, not sure if this counts for celebrating... I just had the impulse to bake it.

C

[monk_of_keyfu]

[This guy you just asked is wearing a rather ornate outfit that vaguely looks like something a martial artist would wear. If they didn't mind having a cape.]

[His head snaps around at Hayate's askance, almost like an owl's.]

Goodness! I meet with the progeny of pastry philanthropy!

C

[combatbutler]

Ahah, hello there sir. I take it you are interested in some? Take as much as you want.

C

[monk_of_keyfu]

Splendid! I shall offer you much gramercy in exchange for some reagle morsels!

[He takes a few—just enough for eating on the go, without being greedy about it.]

Though I must inquire as to the inspiration for this dispensation!

C

[combatbutler]

How is it might I ask? I do appreciate your opinion.

--Hm? Inspiration? ...well that is. I just felt like it that is all.

C

[monk_of_keyfu]

Surely there must be a tract of tempting tarmac for such a flight of fancy!

[At Hayate's askance, Key-Fu eats one right now ...]

[... and thrusts out a thumbs up in approval!]

A most delectable delicacy, my capricious confectioner!

C

[combatbutler]

...Well. If you really must know, it's been a year since I've been here in Mayfield so... I thought if would be nice to bake something for everyone, ahaha....

--Really? Well I'm glad to hear that.

C

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu hops a full foot into the air in response! If he actually changed his facial expression, he might look shocked and concerned. Though, the way he flinches back in mid-air does a good job of getting that point across.]

Gadzooks! One does not simply donate desserts to celebrate a year of dining with the Iron Maiden!

[Not unless you're an Iron Maiden fan that is!]

C

[combatbutler]

Ahahah... Is that so? Then I guess I'm the first?

C

[monk_of_keyfu]

It would appear so!

[Key-Fu suddenly snaps into something like a martial arts kata, despite still holding on to those sweets. It's not necessarily an aggressive move, though. He's just ... balancing on one foot. with his other leg crossed in front of him as if meaning to sit lotus-style. Oh, and both his arms are thrown out to his sides.]

You have ventured off the path paved with pleasantness! Enduring a year's worth of malicious flour piled on one's chest is cause for celebration!

C

[combatbutler]

[ He was about to say something to save the sweets, but he found he had nothing to worry about it. ]

W-wow, that's amazing.

Ah, is it really worth celebrating I wonder...

C

[monk_of_keyfu]

Surely a celebration fits the moccasin of occasions more than a delicious donation!

[Just like that, Key-Fu's back to standing more normally, pointing into the air for emphasis.]