Originally Posted by Bubbles

Wow...this kid was like, a professional chef or something. Peyton's kitchen skills were in the baking area. She loved making cookies and eating them all herself, but when it came to actual cooking she didn't know all that much. Though this couldn't be quite considered cooking. Still, Peyton had elves to cook for her back home.

She watched Troy set up all the ingredients they'd be needing, her eyes going from him to the food, then back to him. "Ooooh!" she said in awe as he slapped the ingredients on. It sort of reminded him of her big brother. The way he'd just pile tons of food together just because he wanted to eat. John was a beast compared to Troy, though. As in a ravaging beast that emptied the 'fridge of vanilla pudding. He scared the elves sometimes. INNER GIGGLE.

"You know," she said, stealing a slice of bacon. "You should have a live audience. You're really good at instructing." She ate the bacon and eyed Troy. "I don't want avocados, by the way. They're not my thing." And what was that about the runs? It didn't sound too pleasant. HEHEEEEE.

FINALLY. FOOD WAS READY.

Reaching for the sandwich, she BEAMED at Troy. "This looks awesome. You're awesome," she said, taking one half of the sandwich and then bit into it.

MMMMMMMMM. Definitely TASTY.

With her elbow she pushed the plate toward Troy. "Haveone," she said, covering her mouth. Manners. M'hm. There was something missing to this meal, though. Something cold and sweet and...mouthwatering.