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[bespell]

.: Phone :.

I give up. Does anyone have a good or any recipe for treacle tart? I miss it something fierce, but it's not in any of the cook books I found in this town.

Or any help in actually cooking, for that matter.


.: Action at 1485 Kramden Rd :.

Nothing is on fire in the kitchen this time, but the place is a mess, with every bowl and container out on the counter. Lily's taken advantage of her drone mum being at a ladies club to claim the kitchen to herself, and it's not going well.

Magic's been of minimal help so far, and her attempt to bake cookies haven't gone too badly, evident by the appealing smell wafting through the window and outside. It's really everything else.


.: Action outside 1449 Mitchell Rd :.

With a fistful of smooth pebbles in hand, Lily is doing the time honored tradition of flinging one at a time at James's and Sirius's bedroom window. It's also fairly late at night, so she's trying to be quiet about it with varying levels of success.

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[werewolfoflondon]

No house elves here, Lils.

[Remus gingerly tugs the bag of flour closer to him, unfurling the top in a puff of white powder and peering inside.]

This flour's got worms in it, though. [Remus held the bag out for her to see, gripping the sides with both hands and fully ready to squeeze hard and launch the attack when she came close enough.

No one expected this manner of nonsense from Remus Lupin. That's what made his ruse so utterly perfect.]

[bespell]

Really?! You'd think that woman calling herself our mum would know better than-- [She peers close, with a frown knotting her brows to inspect the offending ingredient, nose almost pressed into the bag.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[And with a clap of Remus' hands, the bag explodes into Lily's face, to nothing more than a silent and devious grin from Remus.]

[bespell]

AHWOK! [coated in white, Lily sputters, dropping the bag of sugar at her feet. It takes her a moment to process what just happened and longer to believe it's Remus of all people.

When she looks up, flour clinging to her eyelashes as she tries to look menacing, she lets out a growl.] That was a BIG mistake, Lupin.

[Because the sliced lemons are within reach, with enough proximity to squirt one onto his face.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus squeezes his eyes shut and cackles trying to block the worst of it with his hands. Lemon juice and eyes were not a good combination, though he supposed the same could be said for flour. But the only thing crueler at that point would be...

Well, no one ever won a food war by being kind.

Remus stumbled away from the counter and thrust his hands into the sink, scooping up two handfuls of water and aiming them for Lily's flour-caked hair.]

[bespell]

Nooooo! [Lily can feel the flour caking her hair already, and it will be pure hell getting it out later. Sputtering congealed flour out of her mouth, she narrows her eyes before reaching back for the vegetables set aside for the salad, a ripe tomato in her hand.]

You're going to regret it. [Is her only warning before she lets the tomato fly in his direction.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Still distracted at the sink, Remus can't quite dodge the tomato that lands him squarely on the side of the head. Though in shaking it off, the nearest thing in reach is the carton of eggs, two of which he grabs and lets fly toward Lily.]

WAR, EVANS!

[bespell]

[The eggs are more distracting, splattering right across Lily's chest and collarbone. Growling in return, she reaches for more tomatoes, flinging one after the other before ducking behind a chair from an incoming egg.] YOU'RE GOING DOWN!

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus scrambles to grab the eggs and the half-empty bag of flour before retreating for his own cover behind the corner of the counter. It's not ideal. Most of him is still exposed to Lily, unless he ducks behind far enough that he can't see her. And one must ALWAYS keep close watch on the enemy.

Another egg or two is hurled, though at this distance, Remus' aim isn't ideal. Most splatter onto the back of the chair before he pauses and calls out across the kitchen.]

Lily! Lily wait! ...cease fire! I've just remembered something!

[bespell]

Right! I'm going to fall for that just like that! [Lily waves a tomato menacingly.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Damn. Remus wrinkles his nose and narrows his eyes at her. Right then. A full-on frontal attack is clearly the only solution. With a mighty roar, Remus lets fly a slew of eggs -- the last of his paltry ammunition -- as he barrels toward her, knocks the chair sideways, and tackles her down to the filthy floor.]

[bespell]

[Lily kicks her legs uselessly, one of the last tomatoes squishing in her hand at the carelessness. Reaching back for the pie crust that had toppled it on the floor she shoves it straight onto Remus's face.]

GIVE UP, LUPIN!

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus wrestles the pie tin from her and shakes the crumbs from his own face onto Lily.

NEVER! Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

[Remus makes a dramatic dive across the floor for a handful of spilled sugar, and chucks it toward her. By this point, they're running woefully low on foodstuffs; at least those within easy reach.]

[bespell]

[Lily locks her legs around Remus's once he moves, coughing out sugar just as tries to shove a handful of ice cubes from the pitcher down the back of his shirt.] You have ONE chance!

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus collapses on the floor again with a rather undignified yelp.]

Temperature warfare violates the Geneva Conventions, Evans!

[bespell]

You're not even supposed to know about the Geneva Conventions!

[werewolfoflondon]

You're severely underestimating the amount that I read!

[Remus sits straight up and shakes the ice cubes out of his shirt.]

[bespell]

[They must be a sight, with flour in her hair and tomatoes on his face.]

...Truce?

[werewolfoflondon]

...the United Republic of Lupin agrees to a temporary cease fire on the condition that the Evans Isles assists him in cleaning the kitchen.

[bespell]

As long as the United Republic of Lupin and its representative agree not to use all of the hot water afterwards.

[werewolfoflondon]

The Evans Isles will be granted dibs on the shower, as their hair is currently reminiscent of a bread factory.

[bespell]

And whose fault is that? [But she's not really angry, getting up precariously to her feet. I'll take care of the floor if you get the table cleared.

[Lily gets out her wand, scourgifying the floor as best as she can.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus salutes, scrambling unsteadily to his feet and still dripping tomato as he goes about his assigned cleaning business the Muggle way.]

I blame the lass who was gullible enough to stick her face in a bag of perfectly good flour.

[bespell]

You mean gullible enough to trust you. For shame. [She moves on to the table, next, righting the chairs and polishing the wood.]

[werewolfoflondon]

Ah you see? That's your first mistake. Didn't they tell you I wasn't as innocent as I looked?

[Remus dumped his armful of ruined foodstuffs into the rubbish bin with a crooked smile.]