Journal Entry: Fri Oct 18, 2013, 9:42 PM
To prove I really am working on your fic even if it IS taking too long!
"I'd have caught it if you were there to help!" said Loz, shoving tea cakes into his mouth as Yazoo stood by the kitchen table, sleeves rolled up, apron covered in flour, glaring at a recipe book.
"I don't understand where I went wrong with this recipe," he said. Before him on the table, something that should have been a truffle cake blooped and oozed in a most uncakelike manner.
"Aw who cares about a stupid cake?" grumbled Loz, sulking.
"Loz don't sulk."
"You're sulking," said Yazoo, still staring at his cookbook and failing to notice his cake was very slowly creeping out of the pan and starting to hunch like a caterpillar towards the edge of the table.
"I want you to come help me find the ghost!"
"Fine," said Yazoo, snapping his cookbook closed with a large puff of flour. "I can't get this truffle cake to work so I may as well end one pointless quest in favour of another."
He noticed the cake slowly escaping and caught it. He walked it over to a large closed cupboard, which, when opened, revealed jar upon jar of hunching, scrunching, pulsating food-based life forms. He stuffed his latest creation into a jar and closed the lid.
"Where did you find that cookbook?" asked Loz as Yazoo shut the cupboard and removed his apron.
"Charon gave it to me."
"And where did he get it?"
"No idea, but it doesn't work, all it does is spawn small monsters that like to hide under things and growl. I really hope Chip never opens that cupboard, I'm not sure his heart will stand it."
Listening to: Harold Budd - Flowered Knife Shadows.