Sorry Mask, Louie's takin' over.

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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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"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.

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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?"