RD16, log + orb!

[dailybread]

Characters: Peeta Mellark and you.
Open? Yes.
Where: Market quarter of Schwanheim, in a previously vacant storefront.
When: Early afternoon, RD 16
What: Peeta is opening a bakery and needs some taste-testers.
Warnings: None. Schmoopyness?

[Peeta's got flour in his hair, arms covered in dough, and a smile on his face. The crackling of a stove can be heard, if you listen closely; the locale itself is bright and sunny.]

Rue, you wanted cake, didn't you? And anyone else can come by, if you want. There's plenty to go around.



The castle dressmakers were...pushy. No worse than the stylists at the capital, but Faolan was right--they wouldn't give him pants. What he got wasn't so bad, though, if he rolled up the sleeves, although the shoes weren't very comfortable.

Buying a building with some of his gold (the amount of which was staggering; his jaw dropped when the treasurer had opened his vault in the castle) was easy. The shop was spacious, clean and well-lit with large windows to allow sun to spill in over the floor. The stove was nice, too; an old one, fed with wood. Peeta would have chopped the logs himself, but he hadn't been able to get his hands on an axe; the townspeople had insisted it was unbecoming of a princess to do manual labor.

So he'd bought some of those, too, along with three sacks of flour, raw cocoa, milk, butter, sugar, and a myriad of other ingredients he'd only read about. Currently in the oven was a batch of sweet buns--Katniss liked them; the smell called to mind her dark braid and bright, calculating eyes--and he was whisking together batter for a chocolate cake while he waited.


[[OOC: Just let me know in your subject line whether you're talking back to him on the orb or physically showing up. :3]]

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[shiromadoushi]

"They have months and things like that, but I haven't seen one written out... Maybe at the monastery they'd have one..." Bakura reasoned before taking a small bite. "Aaaa, this is good!" he exclaimed happily.

[dailybread]

Peeta had no idea what a Monastery was; he'd ask later. For now, he shot Bakura a smile as he exclaimed over the rolls, face heating in just a hint of a blush.

"I'm glad you like them. I've had a lot of practice."

[shiromadoushi]

"Do a lot of baking back home, eh?" Bakura smiled, pulling off another small piece.

[dailybread]

"Yeah." Damn. Speaking of--there was still cake to be put in the oven. He popped the last of the roll into his own mouth and went to attend to the batter, pouring it into a deep clay dish he'd found in a market stall. "I used to do all the decorative frosting on the cakes we sold to the peacekeepers. They liked my flowers."

[shiromadoushi]

"Heeeeh, really? I never did that sort of frosting before, just sometimes lettering for birthday cakes or boarders. That's really cool, making actual decorations out of it!"

[dailybread]

"I could teach you if you want." The same cloth as before around his fingers, Peeta slipped the cake into the oven. "It's not hard."

[shiromadoushi]

"That'd be great! I could teach you something else in return, maybe? Do you know how to make pastry or Japanese deserts?"

[dailybread]

"Pastry, yes." Peeta shut the door to the oven, dropping the cloth onto the counter. "And other desserts, but I'm not sure what you mean by 'Japanese'."

[shiromadoushi]

"Japan doesn't exist in your world?" That was always a little disconcerting to hear.

[dailybread]

"Just Panem, as far as I know."

It was a little apologetic--it was a little weird to learn that nobody had heard of where you came from. He'd experienced it too.

"So what kind of sweets do they make in Japan?"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded, giving a small smile to wave off the apology. Even in the City, half the places he had lived didn't seem to exist any more. Oh sure, the streets were still there, but the wards were different and some of the basic landmarks were done. The lack of Domino or the museum... Standing at that corner where his life had been for those months and seeing no sign that any of it had ever existed in that world had been one of the most disorienting experiences in his life at the time, which was saying a lot!

"There's all sorts! A lot of sweetbuns and things made with rice flour, lots of manjuu and mochi... and of course the less traditional ones that are based on European pastry..."

He'll just start rambling on if Peeta lets him.

[dailybread]

"Rice flour? What does that bake like?" They baked with wheat in Twelve more than anything else. He'd seen rice as a dish, but never ground into a flour.

[shiromadoushi]

"It can be pretty gooey, depending how you do it. Mochi is all rice flour and the way you make it it stays a bit sticky, but if you do manju right, it bakes up right. It's a little heavier than wheat flour, I think, but about the same to use."

[dailybread]

Mochi and manju--he'd used those words before. Interested in the different kinds of baked goods, he sat again so he could look at Bakura from across the table. Maybe he could learn to bake something from all of the Heroes' homes, so they could have something familiar once in a while.

"What are mochi and manju? Aside from being made with rice."