The Kitchens

"That's ridiculous! It's one of the best foods out there. They're missing out, for sure," he grins. "Oh well, I guess that means more plimpie soup for us!"

"Exactly. Now we don't need to share." She drops the chopped up plimpies into the pot of water. "Ok, now we add the spices." She gestures to all the spices out. "What do you like in your soup?"

"Hmm," he says glancing at the spices. "Honestly, they all sound good. I have no objections to any of them, so whatever you want to add is fine," he says flashing his future wife a smile.

She returns the smile and turns back to the spices. "Hmm, I personally like oregano ...and pepper," she says as she starts adding them. She smiles at Rolf and is totally oblivious to the flour within reach of them both.

"That sounds great," he says watching as she puts the spices in. "What comes next, the flour?" he asks picking up the bag. He takes a little bit between his fingers and flicks it at her. "Oh, sorry," he says with a grin, though not really meaning it, as the flour lands on her.

[Glee! Merlin's Sphincter.]

Luna laughs. "Hey! Watch it." She scoops up a handful of flour and drops it on Rolf's head. "Oops." She tries to keep a straight face and fails.

This flies in.

Rolf closes his eyes as the flour lands on his head, then shakes his head so the flour goes flying everywhere. "You're gonna pay for that one," he says grinning. He takes a large handful of flour and drops it on her.

Luna does not notice the note right now because that would be inconvenient and it would ruin the moment. She giggles, "You started it." She takes some more flour in her hands, gently blowing it into Rolf's face.

His mouth goes a bit dry as some of the flour lands in his mouth. "Urgh, gross," he says wiping some of it out of his face. He then takes more flour and begins to flick and throw it at her. The little initial flick, soon escalating into a full out Glee-esque flour throwing war.

Luna laughs as she grabs a conveniently placed egg and cracks it over his head.

Rolf's mouth drops open as she cracks an egg on his head. "I can't believe you did that!" he says in shock. He soon grabs anything he can find in reach and starts to throw it at her.

[MUM? DAD? MY EYES! -covers eyes and runs out screaming-]

Luna laughs. "Did I do that? My bad." She grins and grabs the bottle of whipped cream that is there, don't question it. "You shouldn't have done that." She smirks and sprays the whipped cream in her hand before rubbing it all over Rolf's face.

Rolf scrunches his face up as the whipped cream hits him. "Urgh, you play dirty," he says laughing. He manages to wipe some of the whipped cream off of his face, then goes to throw more flour but slips. He lands closer to Luna, his hand on her upper arm. Freezing as he looks down at her, he uses a finger that's covered in flour to push a strand of her her hair out of her face. He realizes what he has just done and quickly pulls away from her. "Sorry," he says, then looks over at the plimpie soup.

Luna feels her face heat up and tries to not turn red as a quaffle, failing miserably. "It's fine." She looks down at the mess. "Maybe we should clean this up."

"Yeah, we should," he says glancing at the floor. "It's not fair to have the house elves clean up the mess we made. What do you suggest, our tongues a mop?"

[..........]

Luna leaned over and dragged her tongue up the side of Rolf's face, cleaning it of the whipped cream. "That'll work.
...
I mean:


Luna smiles and summons two mops, handing one to Rolf. "Mops will work." She starts cleaning, occasionally glancing up and smiling at Rolf.

[I would DIE and so would Tam (for other reasons) if you did write that, haha]

"Sorry about starting this," he says while cleaning. "It was kind of hard to resist flicking the flour at you," he grins at her beautiful face.

[-evil laugh- I couldn't resist]

"Don't apologize. It was fun while it lasted." She smiled at him, trying not to think about how attractive he was.

"It was," he grins at her. Once they finish cleaning, he rests the mop against the counter and goes over to the pot. "Hmm, what comes next?" he asks.

"Oh right, the soup." She sets her mop next to his and walks over to the pot. "Now we just stir it until it's fully cooked," she says as she picks up a spoon and begins stirring the soup around.

"We don't stop stirring at all?" he asks, then watches as she continuously moves the spoon. "Alright, let me know if you want me to take over. I'm sure your hand will get tired."