Stark

Tuesday nights were when the cupcake show that had inspired the cupcake class Stark and Anders had been teaching all summer. Stark didn't always manage to watch the show when it was originally on, but sometimes he did. Tonight was one of those times.

"Corn? Again?" he shook his head at the television, dismayed. Not to mention the cheese frosting. Or the jalapenos. The berries at least were a good idea. "Those do not sound appealing. At all."

"I like the little carrots though," he said, after the first commercials. They were cute. Then he sat back to see what the judges had to say. Often he did not agree. At all. At least he had some proven delicious cupcakes to nibble on while he watched.


[Cupcake Wars is a Comic-Con themed episode tonight. So far I am unimpressed. If you would have any reason to stop by, feel free.]

It was cold out. Stark was not pleased with this development. Cold and snow would likely always remind him of the ice planet. But that was hard to think on, so he was trying not to. Even though it was cold and snowy outside.

Bundled up in his muppet fur coat, he was seated at the desk with an open book in front of him. There was also a mug of tea, and of course the all important plate of tiny cupcakes for sharing.

[SDCC starts tonight! EEK! I'm around for a few hours though, should anyone want me.]

Since the first round of cupcake class was finished, Stark wasn't even sure he needed to be in his office today. He was there anyway. It wasn't as if he had a lot of other places to go, plus he liked his office. It had his plants and his cupcake books.

And since soon there would be another round of cupcake class, it was time to look for new recipes to share with the students. Scary ones, and delicious ones, and ones that no sane person (or even a less than sane one, and Stark would know) would ever choose to bake.

Today's cookbook had, in Stark's opinion, far too many muffin recipes.

The plate full of mini cupcakes on the desk, however, contained no muffins.


[Availability is extra weird today as I am leaving sometime this afternoon for a wedding tomorrow. It is unclear whether the hotel has internet access (the horror!). But if you like very slow play, this post is for you!]

The routine hadn't changed this week, though Stark had acquired another tiny potted plant (this one with blue flowers) for the desk.

He was still sitting at the desk, still looking at cupcake cookbooks. This week he had two books open in front of him. One seemed to just be strange looking cupcakes, but the other had some rather questionable recipes in it.

The plate of mini cupcakes for sharing purposes contained cupcakes that neither looked nor tasted weird. This week's were all varying degrees of chocolate.

[As always, my availability is zero until I return home in the evening, but Stark is happy to have visitors and I am happy to pick up pings when I get back.]

The tiny house plant on the desk seemed to be doing well so Stark had added another small pot next to it. The pile of cupcake books had also increased over the week. The desk almost looked crowded when you added in the usual plate of tiny cupcakes for sharing purposes. They were all meat AND vegetable free.

This week Stark was looking at the follow-up to one of the cookbooks from last week.

[Back from Disney, so the usual availability notice applies here.]

Stark was in his office. This was strange in and of itself. He’d never had an office before and wasn’t entirely sure what to do with one. So far he’d added a tiny potted plant to the desk and that was all. It had seemed like an appropriate thing to do. The pacing he was doing instead of sitting at the desk was less strange but, since this was Stark, just as appropriate.

There was also plate of assorted tiny cupcakes from J,GOB on the desk. That had also seemed appropriate. The cupcakes, however, were a far less permanent addition to the space. These were for sharing should anyone show up today while he was there. If not he might be forced to eat them all over the weekend.

[My standard “no internet at work” disclaimer applies. I will, of course, pick up pings when I return this evening. However, the door and post are open and the Banik would almost certainly be happy to see you and he'll share the cupcakes. Unless you call him “Professor,” Raven.]

Stark was not time-displaced. Not this weekend anyway. This was probably a good thing. He'd jumped around in time before and it had ended, quite literally, in tears. Also in death and for a brief period a planet being utterly destroyed. The planet, at least, had gotten better. But that wasn't really relevant right now.

What was relevant was that Stark had found that cupcake TV program that Anders had mentioned and was now sitting on the edge of the bed watching it. Well, staring at it in horrified fascination might be a better term.

"FISH!?" Stark shook his head. "What sort of twisted person puts fish into a cupcake? That is terrible. Absolutely terrible."

Yes. Yes, he was in fact talking to the cupcake in his hand. Look, nobody ever accused him of being sane. Well, maybe they had. But really he'd only ever been accused of being less mad than he appeared.

"I'm not even sure what wasabi is" he continued, frowning at the nice normal chocolate cupcake he was holding, "but it does not sound like it belongs in a cupcake. Especially with fish. This is horrible. I have to tell Anders. I hope his cupcake truck doesn't do things like that. That was awful. Awful awful awful. Fish. In a cupcake!"

But he wasn't changing the channel. He couldn't seem to look away.


[Yes, he's watching Cupcake Wars and the tuna wasabi cupcake was REAL. Can be open. This just had to be done.]