Private Breakfast Anyone?

Sunday morning and Liliana, who had actively spent the night before looking at her mother's old cookbooks and recipes, padded quietly into the sunlight kitchen in her rainbow unicorn onesie, complete with fuzzy ears, a sparkly horn and rainbow tail, and her pink fluffy slippers. She was quite determined to make her favourite breakfast food - pancakes. And not just any old pancakes, she was going to try to make blueberry banana pancakes.

As she entered the kitchen, cookbook in hand, she began to gather all the ingredients necessary together, placing each one on the island - flour, sugar, eggs, milk, oil, and baking powder along with two bananas and some blueberries. Then she grabbed a bowl to mix everything together.

Everything seemed pretty straight forward, and so the young - and somewhat naive - psychopomp, determined to prove that she could cook, and surprise her roommates with breakfast in the process, began measuring out all the ingredients into the bowl. First the milk, then the eggs, sugar, baking powder and flour. Then she took out the hand mixer and turned it on.

"Oh noo!" she cried out alarmed as flour started flying everywhere, including into her eyes and nose. "No, no, noo..." Liliana panicked as she dropped the beaters down on the counter, but forgot to turn them off, causing the appliance to whir along the granite top and then fall off with a loud thud to the floor while catching the carton of milk along the way, spilling it all over the floor of the kitchen.

@AppleSpice

By the time Haritia had entered the kitchen, Liliana was on her hands and knees, tea towel in hand, mopping up the spilled milk with flour stuck in her hair, on her face and all over her onesie. The hand mixer was also hanging by its cord, beaters still whirring as Liliana tried frantically to clean up the milk that was all over the floor.

"Haritia!?" Liliana cried out in shocked wide-eyed embarrassment when she saw her roommate standing there looming over her like an irate griffin who had been caught in a rainstorm.

"I was, uh, making pancakes," Liliana told her sheepishly as she grabbed another tea towel to sop up the rest of the milk on the floor.

"A what? A whisk?!" Liliana replied as she stared dumbly at Haritia, at first not understanding what she meant. But, then after a moment, when it dawned on her suddenly what a whisk was, Liliana went bright pink and mumbled a frantic apology.

"Gods, I am so sorry, Haritia. Gimme a sec," Liliana said, feeling very stupid as she then grabbed ahold of the cord of the offending appliance and tugged on it until the hand mixer stopped its futile whirring.

"Yeah..." Liliana groaned as she sat back against the kitchen cupboards defeated, the wet towels in a pile beside her.

"I was trying to make blueberry banana pancakes. I wanted to surprise everyone with breakfast this morning," she confessed glumly.

"It's a little after nine-thirty," Liliana said as she glanced up at the clock on the wall.

Liliana couldn't help but crack a smile at Haritia's very accurate pun. "Beaten, whipped, and creamed, I am," she answered with a giggle.

"I am obviously a danger to let loose in a kitchen, at least by myself," she admitted sheepishly.

"Sorry, I woke you with my culinary chaos, and I'd really appreciate the help," Liliana said as she got to her feet and threw the milk sodden towels in the sink.