[ Too late?! He's going to McLose it all over the kitchen counter, and they'll all be forced to deal with the repercussions of allowing Makoto to bake in a domestic setting. It might've been fine if his hands weren't cursed, or if he actually had the good sense to withhold his posturing on the presumption that there was a type of pastry he wouldn't end up damning to the fires of hell.
As an upside, it could make a good, unassuming poison. As a downside, there's no one in the world Makoto wants to kill, much less inflict bodily harm upon with pounds and pounds of distilled cream.
Her words are oddly comforting, in the midst of repentantly gazing back at her, completely disheartened by the current prospects of manually eating or tossing out the vile abomination before it contaminates anyone else's stomach. ]
Let's not, okay, Vietnam-san? If anyone else sees the cake, they might want to eat it, too, and that would be a really, really bad idea.
[ That one bite alone was prepped to send him to the afterlife, okay. They can't risk a third party inadvertently losing their life to misfortune that could be avoided merely by draining out the contents of the bowl.
Reluctance plastered to his countenance, Makoto hefts the bowl back onto the counter, quick on the uptake to rinse out the utensils with a thin stream of tap water. While he lathers soap onto the sponge, he glances back at Vietnam, shame set into the distinct way he avoids direct eye contact. ]
I really am sorry for wasting all of those ingredients, and your time. I can clean up the mess here, so don't worry about fixing up after me. I'll handle it.
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As an upside, it could make a good, unassuming poison. As a downside, there's no one in the world Makoto wants to kill, much less inflict bodily harm upon with pounds and pounds of distilled cream.
Her words are oddly comforting, in the midst of repentantly gazing back at her, completely disheartened by the current prospects of manually eating or tossing out the vile abomination before it contaminates anyone else's stomach. ]
Let's not, okay, Vietnam-san? If anyone else sees the cake, they might want to eat it, too, and that would be a really, really bad idea.
[ That one bite alone was prepped to send him to the afterlife, okay. They can't risk a third party inadvertently losing their life to misfortune that could be avoided merely by draining out the contents of the bowl.
Reluctance plastered to his countenance, Makoto hefts the bowl back onto the counter, quick on the uptake to rinse out the utensils with a thin stream of tap water. While he lathers soap onto the sponge, he glances back at Vietnam, shame set into the distinct way he avoids direct eye contact. ]
I really am sorry for wasting all of those ingredients, and your time. I can clean up the mess here, so don't worry about fixing up after me. I'll handle it.