Random Scene #7
(I swear it’s cooking Rip fics day. I hope you don’t mind another. Apologizes for any cravings this may cause.)
The Legends stared at Rip.
Rip stared back and blinked. His eyes were reddened and weighed down with dark bags, his auburn hair stuck up at odd angles, and his rumpled clothes were streaked with flour and several different colours of icing. He was also fidgeting with the type of jittery twitchiness that came with too much caffeine or too little sleep.
“I, uh…” He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand against the back of his neck. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah, we can see that,” said Jax, gazing in wide-eyed amazement at the spectacle displayed on the table in front of them.
Sara frowned looking rather more concerned than amazed. “You were up all night doing this?”
Rip winced sheepishly. “I admittedly may have overdone things somewhat.”
“I’ll say,” said Amaya. “This is…” She trailed off and simply gestured at the table at a loss for words.
“Well, it certainly explains the smell,” Martin said, raising his eyebrows.
“Yeah,” said Nate with a nod. “I can’t imagine there are many timeships that smell entirely of cookies.”
There were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the team, except for Mick who was too busy filling his mouth.
The source of the smell which had greeted the team when they’d emerged from their quarters that morning was obvious. The galley table was covered in plates and bowls and containers of all sizes, and each of them was filled with mounds of cookies, all sorts of cookies There were chocolate chip cookies and sugar cookies. There were ginger snaps and raspberry thumbprints. There were shortbread and gingerbread, oatmeal and butter pecan, snickerdoodles and coconut macaroons, as well as several cookies the team couldn’t identify. A number of the cookies had been crafted into different shapes and decorated with colourful icing.
Jax picked up a cookie that had been made to resemble the face of a clock. “These are awesome.”
“Yes, well,” Rip said, somewhat bashfully. “I got a bit tired of just baking around four in the morning so I thought I’d do some decorating as well. I’m still honing my technique however.”
“Looks pretty well honed to me,” said Nate, impressed.
Rip bowed his head and rubbed the back of his neck again. “Well, dig in,” he said, gesturing to the cookies. “Seems a shame for them to go to waste.”
“It’s a bit early for cookies but I suppose…” Martin reached out and grabbed a raspberry thumbprint.
The rest of the team, minus Mick who was already eating and had yet to stop, followed suit.
“Oh, my God,” Amaya exclaimed once she’d taken a bite, a look of complete rapture coming over her face.
There were similar exclamations and looks from the rest of the team.
“These are incredible,” Nate said and shoved another cookie in his mouth.
“It definitely seems our former captain has a talent for baking,” said Martin.
Jax snorted. “That’s an understatement.” He turned to Rip. “You should have told us, man. This sort of talent needs to be shared.”
Mick grunted something in agreement through his mouthful of cookies.
“I suppose it’s a hobby I could indulge in more often,” said Rip, a small smile appearing on his face.
A beep sounded from the cooking area.
“Ah, the double chocolate chunks are done. I need to get them out and put the peanut butter biscuits in. It’s about time to take the almond biscuits off the cooling racks too. I was thinking of making something with hazelnut and caramel next or maybe lemon.” Rip turned to attend to his cookies but was stopped by a very solid grip on his arm.
“How about you go to bed and try getting some sleep instead,” Sara said firmly. “I think we’ve got enough cookies for now.”
“Oh, right,” said Rip, looking sheepish once more, obviously more than a little out of it from the lack of sleep.
Sara began escorting Rip out of the galley insistent on ensuring he made it all the way back to his quarters and into bed, but the two stopped when they caught sight of Ray.
Ray was standing quietly a few feet from the rest of the cookie-eating group and gazing at the table with a rather forlorn expression.
“Oh, Dr. Palmer,” Rip said as sudden realization lit his face. “I forgot to tell you the shortbread biscuits are gluten free.”
The forlorn expression vanished as hope appeared in Ray’s eyes. “Really?”
Rip nodded. “It wasn’t too difficult. I just used rice flour and few other things.”
Going over to the table, Ray picked up one of the shortbread cookies and tentatively took a bite. The look that appeared on his face was one of pure bliss. “My God.” He quickly devoured the rest of the cookie. “Oh, my God!” He grabbed another and ate it just as quickly as the first.
Mick, who had been going around the table sampling at least one of every cookie, paused in his eating and eyed Ray. “Hey, Haircut, pass one over,” he said making a ‘give me’ gesture with his hand.
Eyes widening, Ray snatched the bowl containing the shortbread off the table and took a step back. “Mine,” he declared and shoved another cookie in his mouth.
Scowling, Mick moved around the table towards Ray. “You know there’s other people around here who might like some shortbread too.”
Ray clutched the bowl against his chest and stepped back once more. “Mine,” he said again and quickly devoured another cookie while watching Mick warily.
Mick growled. “Hand them over.”
Ray shook his head unable to speak now due to all the cookies in his mouth.
Tension rose as they stood staring at each other, unmoving except
for Ray’s constant cookie munching, and then suddenly, Ray turned
and sprinted off into the rest of the ship. “Mine!” he yelled.
Mick immediately gave chase. “Come back here!”
Rip and Sara watched them go, Rip with wide-eyed disbelief, Sara with exasperation.
“I think you’d better make another batch of that shortbread before you go to bed,” Sara said with a sigh.
Rip nodded, eyes still fixed on the door through which Mick and Ray had just disappeared. “Good idea.”