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Topic Started: Apr 28 2016, 06:25 PM (494 Views)
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((Cristóbal Morales continued from I could live in the world just like a stranger))

The Floyd household was always a whirl of activity in the best possible way. Animals, relatives, Abby in all of her vital liveliness, and Cristóbal himself in the middle of it all whenever he was around, which had been more often than not over the years. Today was no different, and he'd already busied himself with setting up their work stations in the kitchen when the doorbell rang, signaling Maxim's arrival.

Abby had been completely on board with the prospect of another helping hand, even though Maxim was someone she didn't know all that well. Cristo hadn't expected any different from her, and though it might have been nice for her to insist that she wanted to spend some one-on-one time with her best friend, he was glad he'd been given the opportunity to include Maxim. He still felt oddly responsible for him, like he needed to do whatever he could to make things work out a little better when given the chance. It was probably an unusual way to feel about one's friends, even close ones, but Maxim had never lost that fragility that practically exuded from him whenever the walls came down.

At any rate: brownies. Things had come full circle, one way or another.

Abby bustled off to let Maxim in, and Cristo left sorting out the ingredients and cooking tools for a moment to lean out of the kitchen and wave. "Hey, Maxim!"
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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"You know I don't mind the work," Cristo said. He'd have hugged Abby back, but she had moved along to pull the first batch of goods from the oven as soon as he thought of it. Instead, he moved to clear utensils from the counter so she could set the pan down. He stuck the food thermometer into the center just to be sure they were all the way done, though of course Abby's baking rarely produced less than spectacular results.

"We've got more stuff to make batter over there, Maxim, if you want to get started. Have you baked before?" He couldn't quite remember if Maxim had ever mentioned taking part in cooking as a hobby. He had a fondness for food, certainly - who didn't? - but he might lack experience in making it.

"If you haven't, it's easy enough to mix things. You take your flour, eggs, milk... uh, the other stuff..." Cristo shrugged. "There's a recipe written down somewhere."
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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Baking happened! Other things happened too, but it was mostly background noise to the main event of batter and sweets and good friends. Cristo had things on his mind, of course, things that had nothing to do with their busy afternoon in the kitchen, but... Well, that could wait.

He'd always been particularly good at saving uncertain territory for later exploration.

((Cristóbal Morales continued in What the hell is a baseball?))
Edited by backslash, Jul 30 2016, 02:46 PM.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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