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Sep. 13th, 2004 01:18 amThis is for
daegaer. Happy belated Birthday to you!
Crowley woke up at 2 AM to the undeniable sound of someone messing around in his flat. Bugger this, he thought blearily as he headed towards the noise, I was going to sleep all week. Then he caught sight of Aziraphale in his kitchen. What was Aziraphale doing in his kitchen?
"I'm baking a cake." Aziraphale turned towards him and Crowley saw with horror that he was wearing a pink frilly apron.
"A cake?" Crowley jerked his eyes up, unable to stare at the monstrosity of the apron for a second longer.
"I find it very relaxing, my dear boy." He continued to stir batter together in a stainless steel bowl.
"But in my kitchen?" It was almost a wail.
Aziraphale poured out the batter into one of Crowley's state-of-art, never-been-touched baking pans. "After the...incident, I found that my lovely 1920's oven had been transformed into an Easy-Bake version." He smiled in a way that Crowley found deeply disconcerting. "Besides, you don't use it."
"Why I would I need to? I'm quite sure I could make a far better cake the usual* way." Crowley scowled, adding. "A far better evil cake."
Aziraphale raised an eyebrow. "An evil cake, I'm sure." He picked up the bowl and the spoon, holding them out to the demon. "In the meantime, you may lick the bowl, if you want."
"Oh. Why didn't you say so in the first place?"
And Crowley proceeded to do exactly that, in the most evil way possible.
*The usual way in this instance is the supernatural way, and does not refer to popping down to Marks & Sparks to pick up a ready-made bakery item.
Crowley woke up at 2 AM to the undeniable sound of someone messing around in his flat. Bugger this, he thought blearily as he headed towards the noise, I was going to sleep all week. Then he caught sight of Aziraphale in his kitchen. What was Aziraphale doing in his kitchen?
"I'm baking a cake." Aziraphale turned towards him and Crowley saw with horror that he was wearing a pink frilly apron.
"A cake?" Crowley jerked his eyes up, unable to stare at the monstrosity of the apron for a second longer.
"I find it very relaxing, my dear boy." He continued to stir batter together in a stainless steel bowl.
"But in my kitchen?" It was almost a wail.
Aziraphale poured out the batter into one of Crowley's state-of-art, never-been-touched baking pans. "After the...incident, I found that my lovely 1920's oven had been transformed into an Easy-Bake version." He smiled in a way that Crowley found deeply disconcerting. "Besides, you don't use it."
"Why I would I need to? I'm quite sure I could make a far better cake the usual* way." Crowley scowled, adding. "A far better evil cake."
Aziraphale raised an eyebrow. "An evil cake, I'm sure." He picked up the bowl and the spoon, holding them out to the demon. "In the meantime, you may lick the bowl, if you want."
"Oh. Why didn't you say so in the first place?"
And Crowley proceeded to do exactly that, in the most evil way possible.
*The usual way in this instance is the supernatural way, and does not refer to popping down to Marks & Sparks to pick up a ready-made bakery item.
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Date: 2004-09-13 12:24 am (UTC)Oh yes, Crowley, very evil :-)
Thank you so much, this is delightful!
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Date: 2004-09-13 06:50 am (UTC)I like the thought of Crowley having state-of-the-art baking pans, even though they'll never be used.
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Date: 2004-09-13 02:30 pm (UTC)If you don't mind, I'm going to friend you. I've come across your name several times in the last few months, and it sounds like I'll enjoy reading your LJ. *g*
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