week three | dates

[showhost]

You worked up your courage and asked someone out on a date! Good job!





Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.

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[titlecard]

[ He sighs in relief, shooting her a grin right back at the averted crisis of his own making. Maybe he is being too worried over nothing! He just doesn't want to have a mishap here... in public... on camera. ]

Maybe! [ Maybe she could crack an egg in one hand! He's all for her trying; she's so free in a way he absolutely is not. ] Still, you probably have more finesse than I do, right?

[ when it comes to egg cracking, yes.

And he is suddenly receiving the bowl and jar, pressing them up against his body to make sure he doesn't drop them before turning to set them on their station. ]

Mr. Dry... ... that'd make you Ms. Wet, which... also seems bad? [ A beat, a laugh as he starts measuring flour out, seriously trying to not get it everywhere (and partially failing, as flour is wont to do; wearing a dark-coloured shirt is making the evidence impossible to hide). ] Maybe we should stick to our names.

[gravkitty]

That... yeah, that sounds really bad. [Being able to pick up on Asa's insulting comment aside, innuendo does sometimes go over Kat's head. In this instance, however, she actually can't stop giggling.]

Well, we could also do code names... I've been Sea Cat before...Black Cat. Um, basically anything cat-related, you name it, I've been called it!

[IS there any actual catchy callsign for a cat that bakes? Probably not. Despite all concerns, Kat does manage to crack the egg without sending it splattering all over the place. She doesn't even drop any eggshells into the bowl. She does, however, use a dry measuring cup for her liquids without thinking twice, pouring out a level measurement of milk that seems...close enough to the top, right?]

Try and get some in the bowl, buddy.