Maybe that was a bit extreme, but it did feel that way. He wasn’t sure if he would trust any of his teammates with something like this, not with the way most of them flaked on practice. Narukami, maybe, he’s heard he’s a fairly good cook, but the guy always seems to have so much on his plate that he didn’t want to add anymore to that.
“Sure. Thats no problem. It doesn’t need to be anything that special, really. The school won’t help us out with anymore funds so, anything we want to do for the team this year we have to fund ourselves.” And it wasn’t as if he could ask his family to lend a hand.
“Hey, it’s no biggie! I love teaching my favorite subject.”
She softly chirped, the bells on her braids chiming when she bounced just a little on her heels. She didn’t rule the Cooking Club with an iron fist with nothing to show for it after all.
“Nothing special, hm? Standard swirl then.“
Even standard styles can be made extra appealing to potential customers, however. Already she was calculating how much icing she would need.
“Alright. I can teach you after club today, or after school tomorrow with more time. I don’t have club tomorrow, after all, and you’d have to meet me at the bakery. We’ll be using the kitchen there instead of here, there’s more elbow room and better quality equipment. Lemme just-”
She hefted up the box of club supplies again without much effort, even if it looked rather heavy, before sliding open the door she was near and putting it on the nearest counter.
“There we go. Now, when’s the fundraiser and how many people d’you expect to stop by? I need to figure out how much of each ingredient we’ll need, after all.”
He was worried, for a moment, that he had said something wrong from the look on her face. But maybe she just had not heard him right, if she had music playing, from the way she was fiddling with her headphones. But it seems she had heard him just fine.
“I just wanna make cupcakes or something, nothing too fancy honestly. We just need a little extra cash. Its not like there is a lot of us to spend it on, and I don’t really have any means to get it other ways…” Just because his family happened to be rich, did not mean he happened to have access to it. “But I’ll learn anything you’re willing to teach.”
“Just the basics then. I can definitely teach ya.”
It was honestly unexpected for anyone outside the cooking club to ask her to teach them, even if she ruled the club with a passionate iron fist. The basics she could handle just fine.
“Nothing too fancy, alright. I can take care of frosting them then, if that’s fine? That kinda thing needs a steady hand to get right, and I can get ‘em done quicker than I could teach you to.”
He’d give a glance to the box she happened to be holding for a moment, looked like it belonged to the cooking club, but he didn’t give it a much longer look, focusing back on the girl in front of him. Not wanting to be rude after all.
“I was wondering if you could give me a hand with something, we’re about to do another fundraiser for the team, and I was hoping, maybe, you’d be able to teach me how to bake?”
For a moment, she looked rather hilariously stunned, her mind drifting back to how she was taught and immediately realizing there would be a small problem there. She could absolutely teach, but… Rebecca adjusted her headset, answering promptly.
“That depends on what you want to learn. Do you want the basics and eventually work up to complicated sweets, or just the basics? There’ll be a lot of working beside a hot stove, and decent upper body strength is a requirement. Y’think you can handle that?”
Fundraising. It wasn’t the most glamorous part of being the Captain of the Basketball Team, but it was one of the most important. They were barely staying afloat with the amount of no shows as it was, but if they ran out of actual funding if someone did happen to join up. Not good. But there was one thing everyone loved and would sell for sure!
“Uh, Bardot-san. Can I talk to you for a moment?”
Rebecca wiped her forehead with her sleeve after setting the box down. It had been heavier than she thought it’d be, with cooking club supplies packed into it, but not as heavy as the stuff she carried back home.
When someone called her, she turned her head towards him, the bells tied to her side braids chiming softly.
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