Characters: Erica & Malachi.
Setting: Tuesday evening, student kitchen area.
Rating: Probably SFW.
Summary: Erica is making gluten-free pizza and brownies. They will be gritty and.. rice-floury. But it's not her fault. :[


Food preparation was the only thing in Erica's whole life where she was as thorough with cleaning up as her little brother was with everything. Being able to use the student kitchen was great, it gave her a chance to prepare food for herself whenever she wanted, but sharing it with all of those other kids.. well, that was the tricky part. There always seemed like there was one mess or another to mop up, and half of the time, she didn't have a choice. There were often ingredients left laying around that she had to clean up before putting her own food down.

It only took the slightest contamination to make her sick, and when you had a whole bunch of messy teenagers in one kitchen whenever they wanted without strict supervision, contamination was unavoidable. Whomever had been in here before she got there today hadn't exactly been precise with their baking. She had spent almost twenty minutes scrubbing down, wiping off the counter surfaces, appliances, and anything else that had gotten splattered with a generous helping of mysterious white powder. It could have been corn starch, maybe baking powder, but there was really no taking chances. It wasn't like she was risking tasting to see.

Once her area was satisfactorily cleaned, the dark-haired girl finally set out her supplies. She kept her own mixing bowls and utensils; it was easier than sharing, and keeping them to herself kept other people from whipping up a big bowl of something she couldn't eat. It would only take one person to make a big bowl of regular cookies or something, and forget to wipe down.

Humming slightly to herself as she tied her apron strings, Erica was oblivious to the room around her, and whether or not anybody was coming or going. If they wanted to use the kitchen, they'd just have to wait their turn, wouldn't they?

Pouring her first mix into her biggest bowl, she moved over to grab a bottle of vegetable oil, measuring it out carefully with her spoons, still totally in her own world.