you're making chocolate chip pancakes for a fun dinner because you want a fun little treat. the pancakes look good they're all the good pancake color & fluffy & shit. "mm yummy! I can't wait to eat these pancakes you say" as you begin adding the last bit of batter for the final pancake. whoa! there's just too much extra batter for one regular pancake!! this is what you get for cutting a recipe for 3 people in half. you bite your bottom lip but like thoughtfully & not trying to be seductive (unless...) & think about your options. you could either pour it all on & make one really big pancake, or you could hold off & then use it to make an extra really small pancake in addition to your four normal pancakes. "damn! what should I do?" you say. better think fast!!
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in reply to @audrey's post:
most people don't do rp in the 2nd person but it's possible
Although you have already poured out a normal pancake's worth of batter onto the hot pan, you are able to get the small amount of remaining batter in & scrap some batter over to merge into 2 slightly smaller than average pancakes! When they finish cooking, you quickly toss them onto the stack & they look pretty good. Congrats!
"Thanks for the chocolate chip pancakes! I wondered what smelled so good," says your roommate Alex Horne. "The energy I get from them will surely help sustain me in my various creative endeavors such as creating Taskmaster, performing as the Taskmaster's assistant, & also my comedic band & podcasting." He gets his favorite plate out of the cabinet. He decorated it at one of those pottery painting things & it's simple stick figure art of the two of you with "BEST FREIENDS" (sic) written underneath. He begins to move a fork towards the plate of pancakes but then he stops. "Oh! It looks like there are 5 mostly normal-sized pancakes here, which is not an even number! How should we split them up, roomie?"
"Thank you for asking, Alex Horne, the best roommate I ever had! I will have two normal-sized pancakes and you can have one normal-sized pancake and two slightly-smaller-sized ones. Please stop making me do tasks. I love you."
"I love you too! Thank you for giving me 3 pancakes. I'll make sure to think of you later because whenever I eat just 2 pancakes I find myself crashing slightly before lunchtime but with this extra one it should carry me over even if this is a bit less volume of pancake than you would typically get with 3 of them!" Alex smiles at you warmly, but then shyly looks down. "I'm-- I'm sorry about all the tasks. Giving tasks & creating media based around people doing tasks is deeply fulfilling & nourishes me, but I recognize that it's not always healthy unless the other person wants to do tasks. I might have been putting my own needs first." He looks over at your house's TASK WHEEL, where every space has your name filled in. "This isn't right." Suddenly, & with great determination, Alex pulls it off the fridge & begins ripping it up until it's confetti on the floor. "That- that felt... good? Freeing? Maybe I can learn a new way of connecting with someone. Now, if you could just sweep up all these--" He stops himself & chuckles. "No. I'LL sweep up the pieces. Oh, but I can't now! I have to go meet with the boss of Channel 4, the television network that airs my television show, to talk about some ideas! See you later. Please don't sweep those up whatever you do." Alex hurriedly slips on shoes, & runs out of your front door with one regular-sized & two slightly smaller than regular-sized pancakes all held in his mouth like how people run to school with toast in their mouth in anime. Phew, what a morning!
("Morning?" You think to yourself. "But earlier I was cooking pancakes for a fun dinner. Wait, that doesn't make sense at all. Where did this inconsistency come from?" Things feel unsettling, unstable, for a second. Oh wait! You suddenly remember. In the town you & Alex moved to together last month, people call the first meal of the day "dinner" as a quirky regional thing. You guess you're just internalizing the lexicon, starting to become a local. "Heh. Time for dinner I guess!" you say out loud as you look at a clock reading 10am.)
I had to Google who Alex Horne was so I hope I did not do him dirty
You did great, although you should watch some Taskmaster to see him in his self-assigned assistant role. He's very good at being a pathetic little man