Slap! Slop! The sound of bread dough hitting the work surface gave Kai a feeling of gratification. He liked to knead dough, mostly because he could hit it as hard as he wanted, and it didn’t cry out, or, well... die. Grim grinned, mimicking Kai’s actions, enjoying the morning’s bread-making lesson.
“Kai, you know you’re meant to be taking Shitty Bus out to Brink?” Miaka called in from the living room. She sat looking through the diary while the others watched a movie and Lani cleaned around them.
“Damn it!” Kai threw his dough at the wall with such force it spread as thin as filo pastry then rolled onto the floor.
“It’s Okay, I’ll take over the bread.” Miaka smiled. Grim’s face lit up as Miaka leaned in and whispered, “Don’t pummel the dough so hard, the gluten needs to be stretched,
