Zerxus stays frozen, for a little bit, caught between different impulses. Most of them aren't even a little bit productive, so after a deeply frustrated grimace he moves to follow Steve into the kitchen.
"You can't burn it or me, and considering that I haven't eaten anything in a decade at least I'm not going to be picky. You'll be fine."
Of course, there's more on the counter; cups of sugar and flour, a stick of butter, a bottle of buttermilk.
In his most obvious show of divine communion so far, Zerxus outright glowers at the ceiling. I have been here for centuries and you expect me to bake.
No answer, which may be clear by the exasperated growl.
"Fine." He has no idea if the measurements are right, or the precise order he's meant to use them in, but he does mix the dry ingredients before adding the wet, and stirring eventually leads to some kind of batter.
Re: For Steve
"You can't burn it or me, and considering that I haven't eaten anything in a decade at least I'm not going to be picky. You'll be fine."
Of course, there's more on the counter; cups of sugar and flour, a stick of butter, a bottle of buttermilk.
In his most obvious show of divine communion so far, Zerxus outright glowers at the ceiling. I have been here for centuries and you expect me to bake.
No answer, which may be clear by the exasperated growl.
"Fine." He has no idea if the measurements are right, or the precise order he's meant to use them in, but he does mix the dry ingredients before adding the wet, and stirring eventually leads to some kind of batter.