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Snow. It was snowing in Amityville.

Walking along the streets, Yves mused to himself that he hadn't thought it possible prior for such a weather phenomenon to occur in Halloween Town. After all, he didn't usually have much reason to linger in Halloween Town back when the Lost Clan was still known as the Four Clans. Well, apparently he thought wrong.

It took him awhile to locate the gingerbread building that Tavi had mentioned in his text on the campus grounds, a mildly curious look crossing his face as he took a whiff of the air then stepped into it to try to locate the little kitsune boil. It didn't take him long to locate Tavi and he quietly slid into one of the empty seat that was next to him, lifting a brow at the purple fairy Professor and the instructions she gave to the class with regards to mixing up the batter that had magically appeared in the bowl along with a wooden spoon to boot.

Him? A proud War Executioner learning how to make gingerbread from a resident of Christmas Town who probably knew nothing at all about Fear?

He gave a soft snort, briefly contemplating getting up and leaving the class until he reminded himself of the reason for his coming here in the first place - Tavi. Oh alright. This was probably not his thing at all but he supposed that he could at least try to humour the little kitsune demon by trying his hand at this. The Lost Clan was after all officially on vacation still as Death had put it quite awhile back.

Picking up the spoon, he started mixing up the batter, stopping after a bit to inspect how it had turned out. Well, at least the bowl didn't fly across the room in the middle of his attempt so he supposed that he didn't fare too bad...

Rosy glance down at the text she was sent by Tavi as she floats along to where he told her to be. She was curious to say the least as to what was so important that he had to text her. With a small chuckle she glance up just to see the rather colorful building before her. carefully placing her feet back down on the snowy ground, she peers at it for a moment. Normally the bright colors would make her wrinkle her nose up, but she was trying to be joyful .

Slipping inside, she looks around for a certain boil before she spots him. Lifting off the ground she floats over to take a seat next to him as she smiles "Hey, we finally get to hang out." she nudges him just as the professor starts to speak. Carefully resting her hand on the table, she lays her head in her hand as she gives the professor her full attention.

Another baking class?

Rosy was really starting to wonder about this, all these sweets?

Looking towards her bowl, she shrugs as she starts mixing as told. It didn't take her long before she saw what she was suppose to be looking for. Chewing on her lip she debates for only a moment before placing her stuff down.

Nope, better not test her luck.

Turning her head, she smiles to Tavi "How did you do?"

Mixing Done!
Student: Rosy
Mixing Score: 8

Realizing that you should not eat her cookies now was going to be a good thing, Molan. The spoon was a good first indicator, and there were still many steps to this process to go; and so many she wouldn't even realize. "Is sparkling good?" The ghoul asked the fox boil, sounding more pleased than curious but mostly because they were just conversing as it was. But she didn't really know. Sparkling seemed to be a good sign for a few things, like glitter and snow, but she didn't often see food do it whenever she looked upon the stuff.

Olivia looked down at her bowl, then up at Molan. Then into the bowl of the person next to her, and then up again and then turned her head to spy Andrew a little bit aways. "Is yours sparkling?" The ghoul asked, still with a planted smile. It was in that line of sight she spotted Amarus and beamed, sending her a little wave. Oh hey, she did have more bells on (it was hard to notice when there were much more of the jingling around campus at this point in time).

And yes Molan, Olivia would very much like to dress up.

Still dissatisfied with how the batter didn't seem to want to turn out the way he intended for it to, Yves grabbed his spoon and worked intently on the gingerbread mix, alternating between folding it onto itself and stirring clockwise, this time round determined to not stop until it was finally done to his own satisfaction. It seemed that his efforts paid off eventually, be it by a stroke of good luck on his part or some inherent skill that he was beginning to pick up for batter now seemed to sparkle if he peered at it closely enough.

Decided that he was done with this particular step, he set his bowl and spoon down, turning to offer the little kitsune boil whom he had been ignoring for the most part while he worked on the batter mixing a small smile. "Seems like this class was perfectly tailored to suit your passion for sweets and treats."

Mixing Done!
Student: Yves
Mixing Score: 9

Ever since Mmur had returned from Professor Malcolm's odd little camping trip, the horseman had been skulking around campus even more so than usual. It had been so long since he'd gone on a proper adventure, and the tents, orange mist, and screams of the innocent had awakened his thirst for it. The monotony of sleep-eat-kill insanity titan was beginning to wear thin.

It was with a great deal of curiosity that he approached the gingerbread building, sugary reflections glittering in his awestruck eyes. When he came upon the sign outside, Mmur stroked his chin and smiled. Yes. It might not demand any cunning or strength, but this experience would do nicely. He knew a bit about the human world holiday known as Christmas, but he'd never actually met any of the creatures who lived in the snowy town. Now was his chance to see one firsthand.

He examined the bowl and spoon he was given with great interest, despite the only difference between them and their Halloween counterparts being the giant purple bow. Mmur had never been much of a cook, but following instructions was right up his alley, and he didn't anticipate any problems here. He stirred his mixture with care, covertly examining his surroundings once his batter was shiny and glistening.

Normally, that was when he would have stopped, but this purple fairy wasn't one of his superiors and, well, he wanted to know what would happen if he tried something a little different. Mmur took another look around, then, when he had determined that no one was watching him, he folded the batter over again, one last time. It sat in a perfect curl for just a moment, sparkling like the tail of a curious comet foxfire before dimming ever so slightly. He realized he was holding his breath, his lips parted, and the soldier inhaled slowly as he pressed them back together. His batter was no longer perfect, but his mistake had come with an interesting lesson.

Mixing Done!
Student: Mmur
Mixing Score: 10

Getting another bowl, she decided to try mixing again, but with Molan in the room, she found herself much more flustered than usual. Why? It wasn't like this was the first time she saw him, but, he didn't remember her, and, and...

She looked down at her bowl, making a face at the giant lumps that formed.
UGH this was impossible.

... she was pretty sure her batch was faulty. :T