Mikey caught the bag and tossed a few of the chips into his mouth, humming out a noise of satisfied approval at the perfect crunch. He'd never tried to make homemade potato chips despite having been curious and the taste of his snack had him considering it more. They were simply seasoned, but tasty nonetheless. He set the bag aside after allowing himself a few more bites, washing his hands thoroughly before he got to work.
Puck's kitchen was easy to navigate and despite how bulky his form was with his shell, Mikey noted that there was enough room for the two of them to work without bumping into each other. He peeled the garlic, pressing the flat of the knife down onto the cloves to crush them, before giving them a thorough chopping, the scent strong yet pleasing for a pizza lover like himself. He had a minced pile waiting off to the side in no time flat, moving onto the basil next, leafy green finely sliced.
"Need me to toss the dough, Puck? Promise I'm good at it. First time I made a pizza, I managed to toss the dough too far and it landed on Raph's head. He chased me around the lair for a good five minutes, super ticked off. Kinda surprised his hot head didn't cook the dough."
He laughed at the image, the prior melancholy of previous days silent, and thus allowing the shared memory to simply be a happy recollection.
"What toppings are we going for? Long as it's not anchovies, I'm down for anything."
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Date: 2024-10-08 11:00 pm (UTC)Puck's kitchen was easy to navigate and despite how bulky his form was with his shell, Mikey noted that there was enough room for the two of them to work without bumping into each other. He peeled the garlic, pressing the flat of the knife down onto the cloves to crush them, before giving them a thorough chopping, the scent strong yet pleasing for a pizza lover like himself. He had a minced pile waiting off to the side in no time flat, moving onto the basil next, leafy green finely sliced.
"Need me to toss the dough, Puck? Promise I'm good at it. First time I made a pizza, I managed to toss the dough too far and it landed on Raph's head. He chased me around the lair for a good five minutes, super ticked off. Kinda surprised his hot head didn't cook the dough."
He laughed at the image, the prior melancholy of previous days silent, and thus allowing the shared memory to simply be a happy recollection.
"What toppings are we going for? Long as it's not anchovies, I'm down for anything."