what's cooking?

[dr_lauren]

Lauren was stressed. She had been whisked away from her life to this... space station (if that was truly where they were) with no explanation and no way to get back home. Every effort to try and discern where they were and who had took them led to a resounding dead end, and it seemed there was at least one madman now running amok on the station, plotting who knows what against the other residents. Yes, Lauren was stressed.

And when she was stressed, she baked. She found that the straightforward combination of simple ingredients and a strictly-defined process coupled with warm, sweet things at the end was a good way to soothe her frazzled nerves (probably the glycemic boost combined with serotonin)... that is, if she could ever get the ingredients.

"No, I said... Ten. Ounces. Of. Butter," she enunciated at the machine in the wall, hands on hips.

Nothing, and then suddenly, a pitcher full of white, creamy liquid appeared. Lauren frowned and dipped a finger in to taste.

Of course. Buttermilk.

"AUGH!"

Moving Day

[daughterofthefifth]

"Now, listen, everyone!" Lwaxana stood poised near the door of her soon-to-be-former quarters, the very picture of command in a black and crimson tunic over dark grey leggings. "I'll need two of you strong young men to carry the bed and another two for the dresser--I know, it's not heavy, but it is awkward and I don't want any accidents!

"Those four cases--" she gestured toward a set of identical, utilitarian boxes, "Can be brought up and set near the dresser. They shouldn't be too much trouble.

"The wigs need to be carried by hand! They are delicate and without my valet, Mr. Homn, to restyle them, I'd have to negotiate with this mercurial computer on giving me just the right ones again."

She surveyed the room. "The lanterns aren't heavy, and neither is the draping, but I don't want them wrinkled, so take them one at a time!

"Oh, and that lamp, please."

She clapped her hands together and beamed at her small crew of helpers. "That's it! Any questions?"