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Because someone is a horrible enabler (that and I am easy, but whatever), I am opening myself up to drabble requests in any of what may be one hundred fandoms, because I am a fandom *coughs* woman of loose virtue. Also Milliways, preferably characters I have interacted with. Or that Raven has interacted with, rather.
So.
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kentraine.*
Hit me.
So.
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kentraine.*Hit me.
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Ace, Raven, cookies, and explosions. Well, one explosion.
One piece of useful advice that no one ever gave Raven is this: Never bet a pyro that they cannot surprise you. To that can be added: Particularly not if she is your little sister.
It started out easily enough--some teasing banter outside the bar, a lazily thrown challenge, and cookies. Then boredom set in, which is when things got interesting.
“Do you know, Ace, I do not think I have ever made cookies.” Raven swiped some hair out of his face, leaving a small streak of dirt on his cheekbone.
Ace grinned, and leapt to her feet. “It’s probably time you did, then.” She grabbed his wrist, and tugged. “Although, if you’re lying to me about this like you did with the slingshot . . .” She eyes him warningly.
Raven lowered his head, meekly. The laughter in his voice, however, reveals the tease. “I do not lie about cookies.”
Ace shot a dirty look at him, then laughed. “I’ll give you that one. You are absolutely ridiculous about those things.”
”I have nothing on you and marmite sandwiches.” He sniffed, disparagingly.
“Oh, ta very much.” And she pulled him into the kitchen.
Approximately two hours later a small explosion rocketed through said kitchen.
Raven blinked, and scraped cookie dough off of his face.
Ace laughed up at him, her face completely smug. “There is no way you were expecting that, Raven.”
Raven shook his head, grinning a little. “No. I can safely say I truly had no idea making cookies was so dangerous, or so messy.” He eyes Ace’s pristine figure, particularly her hair. Quicker than thought, he ruffled said hair with his dough-covered fingers, and sprang away, racing for the door.
Ace froze for a moment, in total shock. “Raven, that’s—argh!” And then she was racing after him, intent on revenge.
The dough-covered kitchen just sat there, alone. No one ever knew quite how Ace managed to make cookies explode, either; she is certainly not telling.
And Raven learned a valuable lesson about siblings. Never, ever trust them when they’re bored.
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*squee*
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*tries not to let the ideas lodge for future use in Milliways*