[Bowl 2, then. Sugar-. He'll cook the rest for himself after everyone's asleep.
He pulls it over to him, notes the volume of dough-- punches it down per the book's instruction, with a little less gusto this time-- and flips the towel back over it.]
This goes to boil in ten. If you ain't been too badly defeated by cooking, stick around.
[He leans back against a counter, eating one of the first batch of bagels, the ridge of muscle along his jaw working as he munches through it with contentment.]
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Date: 2013-06-17 05:55 am (UTC)He pulls it over to him, notes the volume of dough-- punches it down per the book's instruction, with a little less gusto this time-- and flips the towel back over it.]
This goes to boil in ten. If you ain't been too badly defeated by cooking, stick around.
[He leans back against a counter, eating one of the first batch of bagels, the ridge of muscle along his jaw working as he munches through it with contentment.]
Drink-?