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Cappuccino.
The walk home was quiet, except of course for the constant chatter of Teddy. He almost never stopped talking, which was annoying since he didn’t enjoy talking to Teddy while they were outside for fear of being labeled “insane.”
“I didn’t even know that geese had teeth, but there it was, big brooding and nasty. It was ready to cut me in half. I swear as polite as Canadians are, their geese are twice that but nasty. Those fuckers are just the worse.”
“Isn’t that you being bird racist?” Jacob asked. Teddy paused for a minute.
“Oh fuck you.”
Jacob had the sex dream again. And again. And then for goodmeasure, he had it one more time.
It was a good night.
While he wasn’t much of a breakfast person, something about today got him excited. Not just because of the dreams, but he felt invigorated to explore his new skills.
Walking into the kitchen he could feel an energy around his ingredients in a whole new way. He debated on making a smoothie, or juice- or perhaps something caffeinated…
But then he thought about something.
“Hey Teddy!” Jacob called out.
“Sup?” Teddy asked, coming in from the bathroom. Jacob wasn’t sure why Teddy was in there and decided not to ask why he was wet.
“If I’m a Brewcaster, what does that mean for the food I make?” Jacob asked.
“Great question. I have no fucking idea.” Teddy shrugged.
“Because isn’t cooking the same thing?” He pondered as he looked over the few ingredients he had in front of him. There was a certain sense he could tell about things like the juices, but wasn’t feeling anything specific from the dry ingredients.
“I mean, I don’t know a lot of chefs who would say that.” Teddy responded.
“Does Brewcasting need to be brewed or can it be mixed? Can it be blended? Can it be cooked?” Jacob motioned to the ingredients expecting something, but there was no feeling there.
“Well Brewcasting requires liquid. It’s a completely different kind of magic.” Teddy shrugged. “Maybe there’s some crossover but I’m not sure how much.”
“You really don’t know much about this stuff do you?” Jacob frowned.
“I enjoy the chaos.” Teddy responded- almost salivating.
“Only one way to find out, right?” Jacob began. “Pancakes. They start as a liquid. That’s practically the same thing.”
“Do it. Let’s see what happens.” Teddy responded with an excited bob.
Grabbing a few bowls from the cupboard and a couple of the dry ingredients, Jacob got to work. As he mixed the batter he could feel something, but it didn’t feel correct. There were moments where he was pouring in the milk, or the egg, where he could sense something happening, but unlike the brewing this felt confused and strange.
“It doesn’t feel right.” Jacob responded.
“Maybe it’s like sex. It might feel more natural if you keep going.” Teddy responded. “With consent of course.”
“With consent.” Jacob whisked the batter until it was a nice and soft consistency. He thought peaceful thoughts about energy and tried to infuse it into the batter the way he’d done before but it felt thick, almost like the mixture was fighting him every step of the way.
Undeterred, he prepped his pan.
“If you fuck this up, can I have the batter?” Teddy asked. Jacob didn’t respond.
Once the pan was nice and hot, he poured a dollop of the pancake batter in.
