[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[MacPere]

Trying to redirect his attention from the brewing food fight, MacPere stood Rose in front of him and took her hands, his chest against her back as he leaned over to pour in more batter.

"Alright... Now, we wait for a little..." He rest his head atop Rose's and watched the batter, waiting for the right moment.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"I think that Gren needs a shower friend MacPere," said Angeles looking at the pancake in the pan.  

[Zulma san]

Zulma stopped laughing and even smiling at Gren's ton and eyes.

"oooh I am sorry. Let me help you."

She took the wet towel from his hand and removed the tomato. It was easier than him doing it as she could see.  

[The Artist Rose]

Rose watched the batter in the pan bubble with interest.  

[MacPere]

"Okay, now we're cooking~" MacPere tightened his grip over Rose's hands and lifted the pan, moving his head slightly to peer at her face. "Okay, and now, you flick your wrists so that the pancake picks up and flips, alright?"  

[The Artist Rose]

Rose nodded at Macpere's instructions. She gripped the pan tightly and gave an almighty flick of the wrists. Unfortunately it was too forceful a toss and the pancake flipped right up to the ceiling and stuck.  

[Zulma san]

Once Gren's hair looked clean, Zulma turned to Angeles.

"Remind me how old you are?!" she joked with a wink.

Looking at the pancake cooking process, her stomach made a loud growling noise. At the pancake in the ceiling, she laughed and went to stand right underneath, mouth wide open.

"They always end up falling down at one point or the ot-" she did not finish her sentence for the pancake indeed fell...on her head. Zulma burst laughing as she grabbed the pancake.  

[MacPere]

"That's our Zulma..." MacPere laughed with a shake of the head, looking back down to Rose. "Perhaps you should be a little less forceful with it, dearest, the pancake will lift with ease, do not worry. Would you like to try again?"  

[The Artist Rose]

Rose shook her head. "No I don't want to try again, I'm no good at it. Thank you for trying to teach me, I guess I'm too old to teach tricks." She went and stood next to Mistress Angeles.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"I'm five hundred and four Zulma," said Angeles smiling as the pancake fell on her friend's head, "and you're never too old for revenge no matter how small it is."

She looked down at Rose and said, "oh come now, go try again, you're can't be that old."  

[MacPere]

"Suit yourself, sweetheart. Just remember; practice makes perfect~" MacPere gave Rose a wink and ccontinued with his pancake making, finishing after a time.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Chuckling at the pancake, Gren murmured, "You're never too old to be young..." His mood lightened slowly, and he noted that Angeles played by different rules than he did. Just learning to accommodate different styles...at least she's playing.

"I've got to say, Angeles, you've been awfully interested in getting the two of us together today. What's up?"  

[The Artist Rose]

"I'm twenty years old. I think." Rose said. "I know I was eighteen when my old master left me in the woods, and it's been two winters since then."

Rose stood next to Mistress Angeles silently as Macpere finished the pancakes. Apparently the sweet sticky bread she had eaten the night before were pancakes. She liked those.  

[Zulma san]

Zulma grinned at Angeles and just rested against the wall. It felt homey. She looked at her friends with a smile.

((I have to go, I am going on a date tonight!! wink ))  

[MacPere]

"She wants a little MacPere on Gren action today..." Taking up the plate, MacPere passed Gren to place the food down, stroking the back of his fingers against Gren's cheek and pressing their lips together heatedly, opening an eye and looking to Angeles with a smirk.

(Oh my, goodbye~ heart )