Alternate RP as simple as that

[Erik Drage]

Erik sipped at his cup, trying not to be noisy and bother Hans. He watched as Lou worked himself into a tizzy and left the room. Erik supposed he better follow his partner. Plus, Hans needed to interact with someone who wasn’t thirty years his senior. “Thanks for the tea. It’s nice,” he said, not expecting Mary Lou to answer. He stood up, pushed his chair in, and left the room, going to find the head of the household.

 

[Hans Drage]

Hans looked up as Mary Lou addressed him. Not one to easily say no, he finished his sandwich, approaching the counter as she waved him over. He stashed his dirty plate in the sink. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. If his mother had seen that, she would have smacked him.

“Uhm, not really. I wish,” Hans said, looking at the ingredients on the counter. Baking was a magic in and of itself. “Hilde and I tried to make a cake once, but we burned it.” The house elves had kicked them out of the kitchen and threatened to tell the adults if went in again. His shoulders drooped a little when his twin’s name left his mouth. He didn’t know if he was ever going to see her again. Trying to push down his worries, he looked up at Mary Lou. She seemed kind. And to top it off, she didn’t look at him like he was a pest hanging around the house. Not that Lou and Erik did, but a lifetime with the Kvalheim women made that feeling hard to shake.

 

[Mary Lou Layton]

Mary Lou wasn’t surprised to hear the boy had never baked before. Even the one he’d burned she would not consider baking. But she would never say that to him. Was it an art form? Yes, but you definitely could do it wrong. And whilst Mary Lou was a genuinely nice person usually, baking was something she felt very strongly about. She didn’t like to mess it up… still, it was fun and she was not completely against making this a game. Because that was what they both needed whilst she left Erik to help Lou. They were the same, both products of being anxious - though it seemed for Mary Lou, her Uncle had found someone to help him.

“Okay, we’re going to start simple, if you’d like to help?” she didn’t want to force this on him and if he would rather just taste everything and let her get to work, she was happy with that to.​

 

[Hans Drage]

Hans was surprised when Mary Lou asked him if he wanted to help. She must not care that he might burn the cupcakes, then. He almost asked her if she was sure and then decided not to. It wouldn’t do to make her change her mind and decide he wasn’t worth the time of day. “Okay,” he said, rocking on his feet, “what do I do?” Hans was used to other people doing things for him. He hoped he wouldn’t screw anything up. Almost instinctively, he reached for the bag of flour.

 

[Mary Lou Layton]

Mary Lou placed a large metal bowl in front of Hans. She thought it best not to offer him the large glass one as she didn't know what he was like, and she had no wish to be picking bits of glass from the floor right now. She was in her zone and that was where she wanted to stay. Not thinking about things that made her throat close or her heart twist. "Yes, the flour, if you want to pour it into the bowl and then grab the spoon from the side there and I'll grab eggs and milk." she hoped they had everything they needed because she wasn't popping to the shop now. They owned a farm. True, a potion ingredients farm, but still a farm. "Do you like any particular flavour? We can make these taste like anything you want."​