faderift | It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake....

WHO: Samouel Gareth, Christine Delacroix, EVERYONE
WHAT: It's Christine's birthday
WHEN: Backdated to Bloomingtide 13
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Silliness and stuff

It had been a surprise when he heard that Christine's birthday was today and he hadn't known about it. Well, he supposed it wasn't that surprising considering his own would have gone without notice if it weren't for a certain group of templars. Regardless, Sam knew about it now, which meant he needed to do something for it.

Christine had made him a pie for when his name day had come and gone, so it seemed only fitting that Sam would try his hand at making something for her - a cake. Even if his forte was not in baking/cooking he knew enough to at least know his way around the kitchen and to follow a recipe. He didn't know what kind of cake Christine actually liked, but something with fruit and lots of cream sounded like the standard for Orlesian desserts.

"Let's see... flour, eggs, water, sugar-"

[OoC: Feel free to do your own thing as well. Party hard.]

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Sam was aware of how often Christine was in the kitchens and had purposely chosen a time that she was present. Guess it was a little too much to pray for that she would perhaps stay out for a bit. Seems he had no such luck, or the praying had actually interested Faith and drew Christine to him.

A bit in his own zone, concentrating on his work, he doesn't expect anyone to be coming up to him, and as such he jumps slightly, knocking a bit of the flour out of the bowl and onto his hands. "Oh-! Christine... ah. Just... baking a cake."

The way he startles surprises her, especially since she assumed he could sense Faith's presence. Apparently he's very absorbed in cake baking.

"Indeed? This doesn't seem like you. Unless you wish to follow in my footsteps," she teases.

He could sense Faith's presence, but it's become rather familiar that it doesn't quite alert him considering he was pretty invested in what he was doing at that moment. Sure he can cook, but baking is different. Not to mention he was making a cake for Christine, so... trying to be as perfect as possible.

"What? Learning something new isn't me?" He smiles lightly, patting some of the flour off.

"I did not mean that. But baking? I imagine you at the forge, and so this seems different to me. But if you wish to learn, I would be happy to help you." She leans closer to look into the bowl.

"What sort of cake are you making?" Or trying to make, though she obviously refrains from wording it like that.

"What? It's just an oven for something you can't eat." Look at that logic. "You imagine me often?" Sam grins at that, bracing himself if Christine takes a swipe at him for that.

"Ah... a yellow cake with strawberries and cream?" Hey, he just started okay? So far it's only the dry ingredients.

"Hush," she says, giving him an annoyed look. So what if she does? But her expression smooths out and she nods.

"That sounds wonderful, Sam. Would you like any help, or do you wish to make it on your own?"

Sam laughs lightly at the single word and the look that Christine gives him. He was expecting that.

"I was going to make it on my own, but I suppose it would only be fair if you had the option to help since I helped make mine." Course that was a pie not a cake, but same difference right?

"Fair?" Then it hits her and she blinks in surprise. "This is for me? For my birthday?"

The look on Christine's face - was it that surprising? "That was the idea. Unless you don't like strawberries and or cream. Could make it something else." Now that it wasn't really a surprise.

"Oh, I like them very much. I simply was not expecting someone to go to the trouble." But a smile breaks across her face. "It is a wonderful idea, Sam. Thank you."

"Really?" Pushing the bowl with the dry ingredients away, Sam starts to work on the wet ones. "I think it's worth going through some trouble for you Christine. You're worth it." He means that. Christine doesn't give herself enough credit - course he was one to talk considering he hadn't thought his birthday was much to bring up.

He's glad he picked something that Christine liked. "Well hopefully I make that idea into an actual cake, huh?"

Sam is just full of surprises, and Christine looks down at the counter with a small smile, hiding greater delight. She hasn't reached out to try and make many friends here. The title of "rebel mage" is one that tends to invoke strong reactions, and she's let most people be because of it. If they aren't sick, then there doesn't need to be conversation. But she's glad to have Sam in her life.

"You will. Together, we shall make something good, I think. Now, let us see what we still need..." She hums to herself as she looks over what he's done so far, nodding her approval. "Yes, now put that in."

'I think' she says. "Glad that you have so much confidence in our abilities." Sam chuckles lightly at that, leaning over to look at the book for a moment."This?" Holding up the idea in question, Sam raises a brow before putting the measured amount in the bowl. So far so good. It didn't look like a cake yet, but they were certainly getting there. The hard part might be the whipped cream.

"Did you do anything for yourself today?"

Christine makes a thoughtful noise before shaking her head no. Doing things for herself are rather rare. She doesn't have many hobbies.

"I just did some research today. Nothing special. I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Oh? And how is that coming along?" The research she had mentioned back at the soiree, where she had been looking for funding?

"Wouldn't know where to start in doing something for yourself?" He at least had requested to take the day off for his to at least sleep in. Literally the only thing he was really going to do for his birthday until his crazy Templar buddies made everyone aware.

"Very well. Securing the red lyrium in a way so it doesn't harm anyone has been a challenge, but I've done so much reading on wards and runes that my eyes are crossing from it all. Yet I believe I have found a combination that will contain the red lyrium properly."

As she speaks, she consults the recipe and brings the dry ingredients bowl over towards herself, picking up a spoon.

"I like to focus on work," she says. "I enjoy accomplishing things."

"I hope so. Can't say I'm fond of the stuff." So long as Christine is being careful, but he trusts that she is being as such. "That's pretty amazing. Contain both the physical and mental effects?"

Mixing up the wet ingredients, Sam looks over to see what Christine is doing with the other bowl so that he knew what to do the next time he decided to make a cake.

"So long as you like it, but trying something different is fun from time to time."

"Yes, holding everything at bay. It is so strong, but there are methods to make keeping it here safer." Researching this has been a driving force for Christine ever since she first saw that infected Templar in the Fallow Mire.

"I suppose so. Sometimes I feel like I've forgotten what 'fun' is like."

"Really? And here I was thinking you have so much fun. I would imagine with Asher and/or Church there's loads of it." He's purposely not looking at her, but he is grinning, trying not to grin that much.

"Alright, just hold that bowl while I pour everything together." Making a cake wasn't that terribly hard, but it was certainly time consuming.

[OoC: We can call it wrapped here if you want]

[ ooc: and we wrap with Christine flicking flour at him for that rude comment!!! ]

[OoC: Omg Christine, way to make a mess. Good wrap]

It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake....

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