Glacier Popoko
TetchyTalho let out a barely audibly sigh, and continued to stir the dough.
DevilishAngel, or Dan Smith as he implored others to call him, widened his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "What?" he drew out the word, whining it. "I'm serious. I don't think I've ever seen you try your stuff." Dan reached across the counter, his bulky arm almost knocking over the knife block.
Talho narrowed her eyes, "Careful."
In return, Dan rolled his own and stuck a finger in her batter, drawing out a hefty amount. "Yeah, yeah," he said as he licked the last bits off, "guess what I learned today?"Turning to the muffin pan, Tahlo waiting patiently for Dan to continue, knowing that he would tell her no matter what she said. Even though their conversations were mostly Dan mouthing off at the air while she occupied herself elsewhere, she honestly did listen. It was their talks that helped her get through...well, life.
Unsurprisingly, Dan went ahead and said, "Your stomach makes a new layer of mucus every two weeks otherwise it will digest itself."
Stopping mid batter-scoop, Tahlo turned to Dan to show him her look of disgust. "Why...?"
"Well, you know," he started off explaining, before seeing her raised eyebrow and changing tactics, "I thought it was awesome." He gesticulated above his head, rocking on the barstool, "STOMACH SLIME!" He smiled widely and wooped his deep, resonating laugh. Even though his joke, as usual, wasn't that entertaining, Tahlo still let out a slight smile, flickering on the edges of her lips for a mere moment. This, in turn, made Dan smile even wider, showing off his sharp teeth.
"There we go!" He reached over to her again, beckoning her closer this time. Tahlo leaned her fragile body towards him, while keeping a watchful eye on the tray she was putting into the oven. Even with such a copious amount of hair and bangs, Dan's hand overwhelmed it as he ruffled the mess even more.
"Thanks, D."
"So what now? Watch a show while we wait for deliiiiccious?" Without waiting for a reply he jumped from the kitchen to the adjacent living room in one leap, and over onto the couch in another. His great mass relaxed almost immediately.
Tahlo joined him, putting her dainty legs on the coffee table, along with a cooking timer.
"You still use those? I thought you like, memorized time or something. You always seem to get there with one second to spare." Dan stated expressively. "HA! You're the good guy in a sci-fi movie!" His laugh shook the couch.
"Does that make you the villain?" she poked his easily accessible belly.
Grinning, Dan licked the tip of a pointed tooth, "Nah, I'm just the comic relief." He picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
Tahlo settled in to the well-loved cushions, knowing that this part of her day would be the best; even knowing it was cliche, she wished the moment could last forever: being with her best friend of many years, in her own (albeit small) apartment, with the aroma of a warming treat drifting through the air.
