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Sorry Mask, Louie's takin' over.

Who: Louie, Weavile
What: They happen upon each other and bake COOKIES.
Where: Dorm complex kitchen
When: October 8th
Warnings: C for Cookies, chocolate chip-y, crumbly, and crumby. Cool crazy cooking. Other things that start with C.

Louie, as usual, felt all too hungry today. However, the mentioning of candy all along the journal network piqued his sweet tooth in a certain sense, just not for candy itself. He had a craving for something chocolate-y to quell, but just what would he eat that would be satisfying enough?

HMMM. This was the problem. Once he reached the kitchen, he realized that he wasn't sure what to make. There were so many chocolate desserts that he could possibly make, and yet he couldn't make them all. This was a tough decision. He loved so many of the chocolate dishes he could make and plenty of them could kill his craving, but which one would he choose?

Thankfully for Louie, someone would be helping him with that decision.

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Weavile was making his usual wandering rounds of the school. His stomach had been quietly growing, so he decided to grab a bite to eat. As he walked, the counselor happened to pass by the kitchen. He briefly glanced through the doorway. All of a sudden, he was hit with a cookie craving.

He frowned. Ever since a certain someone had introduced him to the deliciousness of ~~magical microwave~~ cookies, the Pokemon found himself have cookie urges. Even now, he still had the cravings every so often. The only solution was to quell the hunger.

Giving into a whim, Weavile decided to try and make his own cookies. Except that was a rather problematic idea as he didn't know the first thing about baking. So he entered the kitchen in hopes of finding a cookbook or recipe list.

Louie was staring around at the surrounding kitchen until he heard someone else stepping into the kitchen. He blinked and turned around, hoping for someone he knew like Olimar, Pit, or someone else. Instead, lo and behold, it was a man he had never met before.

Hey Weavile. You have a Louie staring straight at you in ~~creepy~~ confusion.

Feeling someone's eyes on him, the counselor turned to look at the other. He recognized the face, but had difficulty coming up with a name. But he nodded in greeting, "Hello." Glancing around the room, he asked, "Do you know if there are any cookbooks in here?"

Well, he seemed okay, but Louie's shyness still kept him uneasy. Typical old Louie. "Ah, um... yes, I do. There are some in this shelf," He pointed to a shelf containing a bunch of books.

That was all he said and did. Geez, shy much?

"Thank you," Weavile smirked before heading to the shelf. He started searching through the titles for a desert specific book. Finally finding one, he pulled it out and flipped through the pages.

As he looked at the recipes, a small frown grew on his lips. He didn't know how to do any of these steps. Not to mention he didn't know how to handle many of the ingredients. This was looking to be more and more of a disaster. He let out a quiet, annoyed sound.

Louie heard that soft sound. Just barely, but he did. He stepped over to Weavile and just... looked down at him and stared again, and stared, and stared. Finally, he spoke up again, albeit a little hesitantly.

"You... want to cook something?"

"Ah, yes," Weavile looked up. Had he really made such an obvious noise? He hoped rather that Louie just had an acute sense about these sorts of things. "I'm actually trying to bake cookies. Unfortunately I... don't really know anything about cooking."

He paused, considering his options. After a moment, he hesitantly asked, "If you aren't busy, would you mind helping me?"

Oh man, what a coincidence that someone wanted to make cookies and needed his help. Louie was really craving chocolate right now and something like chocolate chip cookies would do the trick for him!

"Oh... I don't mind," He replied. "I am actually hungry for cookies myself."

A wonderful coincidence indeed! "Really? I would be very grateful. Thank you..." Weavile faded off, unsure of Louie's name. "My apologies, but I seem to be blanking on your name. I'm Weavile," he offered his hand for a shake.

"... Louie," said cooking teacher peeped, accepting the handshake. Now that introductions were done, it was time to get down and dirty... err, floury.

"Hm... could you hand me some flour, sugar, and eggs?" He spoke as he began to retrieve other ingredients. ~~His mun is too lazy to look up a cookie recipe atm so bear with her!~~

"Sure," Weavile nodded. Turning around, he momentarily paused. Eggs were easy enough to find since those needed to be refrigerated. But where were the flour and sugar kept?

Shrugging, the counselor grabbed a container of eggs first. Then he went searching through the many cabinets. He finally found the bags and, grabbing one of each, placed the ingredients on the counter.

Louie nodded silently in thanks, now gathering the ingredients together on one side of the counter. He kept the bowl on another side, as well as the whisk and such. He began to add some sugar and butter first before adding the eggs in one at a time.

As he began to stir in some vanilla, he asked, "... What would you like in the cookies?" Louie himself preferred chocolate chips right now, but he'd go with whatever his new friend wanted.

"I'm... not sure." Now that he thought about it, he didn't really know. All he knew was that he craved cookies. But what kind?

"Chocolate chips, I suppose." Those were a standard. Weavile couldn't help but feel adventurous. After all, here he was, making his own cookies with someone's help of course. "And... how about peanut butter chips? As long as you aren't allergic or anything."

Peanut butter cup cookies, pretty much! At least, that's the first thing that came to Louie's mind at Weavile's mention of chocolate AND peanut butter chips. That sounded delicious!

"Ah... that sounds good," He nodded. "I like peanut butter." He paused in his stirring to grab some of each kind of chip from the pantry. He then dumped a certain amount of each one in there. In his craving, he may have accidentally put a little too many chocolate chips. Oops.

He then continued stirring. "Oh... could you... pre-heat the oven for me?" He then told Weavile the temperature to do so at.

Weavile watched quietly as Louie mixed together everything. He was starting to feel useless. But thankfully the other man gave him something else to do. Nodding, the counselor walked over and set the oven to the proper temperature. Once done, he returned to Louie's side. "Anything else?"

Louie finished up adding the flour and finishing everything with the cookie dough. It was now a pretty thick dough. Not too thick for the cookies to come out bad, but thick enough for it to be able to get a cookie cutter to it.

"Oh!... We could both use the cookie cutters," He spoke, reaching for them in the drawers.

Nodding, Weavile looked over Louie's shoulder at the cookie cutters. There sure were a lot of different shapes and sizes. Some figures the counselor recognized. But there were plenty he didn't. "Any kind in particular that you suggest?" He spotted a few that caught his eye.

"I was only going to use circular ones, but... we could use these, too," Louie spoke. He wasn't sure how the cookies would come out in a different shape, seeing how they were chocolate chip and all (not really like a sugar cookie), but perhaps it could work!

"I like... this one," He showed Weavile the cookie cutter. It was one shaped like, wait for it:

Yeah. A whiskerpillar.

Wow.

Weavile couldn't help but chuckle at the cookie cutter Louie choose. It looked very similar to a Caterpie or Weedle. That gave the counselor an idea about which one he should choose.

"Then I believe I'll use this one." He pulled out a cutter the shape of a Mudkip. "So, what next?"

"Do as I do," Louie instructed, flattening the cookie dough onto a greased pan. He cut one cookie out with his cookie cutter, mashing it down and twisting it very slightly to make sure it'd cut out right. However, he still left it within the flat square of dough. He'd remove the excess dough after they were done.

"We can each do half, just like this."

"Looks easy enough," he smirked. Following Louie's example, Weavile placed the cutter on the dough and twisted it gently. Then he lifted up, making sure not to pull off the dough. "Like that?" The edges were a bit mushed, but it didn't look too bad.

"Ah... yes," Louie nodded. They finished up cutting the rest of the dough. Once they were all done, he lifted up the rest of the excess dough, wrapped it up in plastic wrap, and kept it in the fridge. It'd probably settle and the cookies made from it wouldn't be as delicious, but Louie wouldn't mind finishing it. He didn't want to waste good dough.

Ding! Just about then, the oven ringed, a sign that it was ready to bake those cookies. He stuck them in and leaned against the counter.

"It shouldn't be too long."

Once the cookies were all cut up and put in the oven, Weavile smiled and folded his arms. "I really appreciate your help. It was fortunate that you were in here at the time. You're... the cooking teacher, right? I assume you spend much of your free time in the kitchen, then."

Louie simply nodded in reply. "I am. My classroom itself is a kitchen. I..." He then blinked. "... I do not know what you teach."

"I actually don't teach," he shook his head, chuckling. "I'm the guidance counselor. Though sometimes I play around with the thought of teaching a class. I can never decide on what sort of topic."

Smirking, he added, "I do enjoy sitting in on other people's classes. Most of them are very interesting. Even Blacky's class, in which I already know most of the information. I just find the fact that each person has unique teaching style to be intriguing."

Ahhh a longer reply, Louie was not good at answering these just as lengthily. "Oh... I do too."

He then paused. Way to go, Louie, you can REALLY keep up a conversation. Hm, what to say, what to say? Gosh this was kind of hard- aha! "Well... you can come to my class, if you'd like."

Weavile could sense the other's hesitance. It seemed everything about Louie exuded an awkward and shy air. The way the blond spoke as well as his body language made the meekness quite clear.

"Thank you," he smiled. "I would like that a lot. Perhaps I will be able to learn how to cook more than just cookies."

"... I hope so."

Ding! Not too much time after they had stuck the cookies into the oven, they were ready. Louie went over to pop open the oven door and immediately took pleasure in the sweet aroma of the freshly baked treats. They were tantalizing crunchy on the outside, stomach-warmingly gooey on the inside, with just the right amount of chewy thrown in. Perhaps he shouldn't have done odd shapes, though, for the edges were a little too crispy. Oops.

"Ah... do they look good?" He spoke after he took them out and placed them on the top of the oven to cool.

"They look delicious," Weavile smiled. They also smelled delicious too. The counselor couldn't wait until they cooled. He noticed some of the more well done edges, but didn't pay them much mind.

It didn't take them too long to cool down, especially when Louie fanned the cookies with his hand. It made the scent waft throughout the whole room. The kitchen now smelled like one big old cookiefest. Who didn't like cookiefests?

"Mm... I think they are ready," He spoke, taking a bite of one.

He stared. He stared some more. Just a little more.

"These... are delicious." Oh god best cookies.

After Louie tried the first cookie, Weavile took one for himself. Carefully biting into it, he could feel the chocolate and peanut butter chips oozing in his mouth. It was crispy on the outside and gooey on the inside and all kinds of delicious.

"They are, aren't they? We make a good team. Though I suppose you did most of the work," he admitted with a chuckle.

"Well... with practice, perhaps you could make them yourself," Louie replied, chewing on more of those cookies. They were very good! He was almost completely silent, munching with great glee coursing through him. This stuff was good!

Don't worry Louie, Weavile was quick to take seconds too. "I hope so. I unfortunately have found myself craving cookies every so often without really knowing how to make them. Perhaps after a few more times, I'll be able to bake them on my own. Until then, I hope you don't mind helping me."

"Oh! I... of course," Louie meekly replied with a tiny, but firm nod. He loved cooking, especially if it was to help someone. It was one of the things he liked most about it.

"You are free to take as many cookies as you want."

"Thank you," Weavile replied. He meant that towards both the second offer to help as well as the offer of more cookies. "I suppose I'll have to bring some back to my office. Always a good idea to have a snack handy while doing paperwork."

"Oh yes... I eat while doing paperwork all the time," Louie responded, seeing why Weavile would want to do so. "You can take as many as you'd like."

((We can wrap this up in the next tag or two, if you want!))

Nodding, Weavile glanced around the kitchen. From a nearby counter, he grabbed a zipper storage bag. Then he put half of the cookies into the bag, sealing it tightly.

"I look forward to eating the rest of these. If I ever need help cooking or baking, I will be sure to ask for your assistance. Perhaps I will stop by your next class," he smiled. Giving a quick wave, the counselor left.

And then Louie pretty much ate all of the cookies in one sitting.

~THE END~

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