Charles Patricius

It would be safe for anyone to assume a new collaboration song, or even a duet album, was in its initial stages of production right this moment. Excitement was building on both ends. Creative energy was bursting at the seams, and Takao the Dreameater was mentally amassing an early form of lyrics. "You have to make it work! We've got to do a new one ASAP! I could even follow the end of today's show with something like... 'I'm awake, I'm alive' ─ something along those lines. It'll be awesome!" Takao chanted. Before their trip to the tour bus, Miko was stopped by Seiya for an autograph. She seemed willing to grant it, but had need of a pen. Seiya quickly began patting himself down for reasons unknown. It wasn't as if he would just randomly have a pen handy, but he didn't think it through fully. Luckily for him, Takao acquired a pen and offered it to Miko, or rather... Museion.

All the while, Hiroshi was experiencing deja vu. Rita even responded to his mannerisms in a similar way to his apprentice, both verbally and physically. It was rather interesting to see, and he could almost confuse her for the girl. On the other hand, he had very few interactions with that form thus far. Spiritually, however... the similarities were too powerful. "Hmm. That is a favorable reaction; I didn't expect it to be a preference. I suppose though, one could always consider it a form of manipulation, but which side is the one to question? Either party could be showing the other something they want seen, for the reaction they want to see. It falls to the individuals to determine whether they believe that to be the case," he rambled. Off to the kitchen they went, while Hiroshi randomly considered such thoughts that were just outside his norm. Such ways of thinking were favored by other Myouou, but... the Myouou were a group for a reason. Whatever the case, he would soon be looking at some very simple ingredients which were considered worthless in his original world. Surely those basic things didn't create something so powerful, right? He had to study this process.

The assumption of a collaboration was something which was made by Miko herself. She wasn't comfortable using music as a creative outlet in a purely sexual sense, but with the person she was made for creating that type of thing with... she had nothing but pure excitement to offer the idea. "Of course I'll make it work, might take a few minutes but I won't be conquered by a piano. Not even a super amazing techy one!~" Miko chanted. "Oh? So coming out of a nightmare, ka? I love it... it needs a mixed beat, something both fast and slow, like the feeling in your chest when you wake up abruptly!" she said thinking of the song he'd sung at the end of his last show and connecting it to the idea of waking. That gentle pitter-patter of a slightly erratic heartbeat could be used for something like that. With chords going it could be made to sound more like a string solo than one on piano but that was fine too. Ah, but before the excitement there was the moment. It was one which Miko had never thought she'd come to, but with Seiya searching his own form of a pen and Takao providing it, she could do nothing but accept a specific aspect of her life. Still a major secret but not nearly as quiet as someone like Miko would have liked. Today was the day... Museion grew into a proper individual and she did this by signing her name in the open space by Dreameater's. Well, as far as she was concerned they were a pair... that was fine. A practiced version of this name was given in flowy script with a star dotting the i in her name. With that done, she smiled at Seiya, giving the lad a wink. He'd been great fun to hang out with today and she didn't feel like she had to explain her stance on secrecy to him. "There you go Sei-chan~" she offered the lad as she handed the pen back to Takao. And with that she was right back to her excitement of a new instrument and a new song, it was something she'd missed for so long.

Meanwhile, a favorable reaction, had Hiroshi in the company of a woman much like his own apprentice. The truth of the connection in this family was something outside his knowledge, but it was also something outside the knowledge of the individual members so far. In truth, Rita could explain her stance on compliments with a bit less fluster than her niece could manage. "Both should, it would be good for everyone. Personally, as the one who is normally on the receiving end of such things... I'm not trying to put forward anything specific, I don't care if I get attention. I am just being myself as much as it is accepted or acceptable. But the more of me you see, and accept the easier it is to be that way. Like if we'd started talking and you'd expressed no interest in my hobbies, I wouldn't have talked about them," she said thoughtfully. "I don't know if that really makes sense...but it's like easier to open up," she added. Ah, but with all the ingredients out where they needed to be she turned on her oven to preheat and pulled out several small mixing bowls, measuring spoons, a whisk a shiv and a few other things. The first thing she did, was pull out a couple of pans and take a small amount of butter and spread it around only to take pieces of parchment paper and cut them to fit inside. "Preparation and order is key. Pan needs a bit of butter to keep it from sticking and the parchment as an extra layer to keep the outside soft. It's an extra step but I never skip it. Also you want it higher, this one will rise and you don't want it crunchy or losing shape," she mentioned. With the little bits prepared and off to the side, the practiced movements of a person who did a thing more times than life should allow became obvious. "Separate six eggs, it's something you can do pretty easily by feel once you understand it," she mentioned. As she plucked six of those farm fresh chicken eggs in sequence cracking them with one hand, dropping them into the other. She allowed the whites to fall into the bowl directly beneath that hand while, placing the yolks in a separate bowl.

"A few minutes, huh? That's enough time to compose and perform at least one new song," Takao claimed, sparing no additional excitement. He could feel the production of a new song in the air, or perhaps more than a single song. While Takao busied himself with flowing creativity, Seiya had the joy of being the first receiver of Museion's autograph ─ right next to Dreameater's to boot. "Sugoi!" the boy chanted while looking over the obviously practiced signature, as if it were made ready just in case a long period of recluse ended one day. Before the excitement became too powerful, he at least managed to remember something important. "Oh, uh... arigatou gozaimasu! I'll treasure it!" the boy announced. With that, Seiya was once again running away from the group. It would be Takao who explained a few things while exiting the building, hellbent on reaching his tour bus. "You picked the best time for a grand reveal. Seiya's has strong ASD, and his mom says listening to music like ours is one of his calming rituals. He's been holding that notepad for months, hoping he'd eventually manage to get both autographs. You just made his year... and that's at a minimum," he explained.

Hiroshi was on the receiving end of another interesting thought process. Rita's lack of concern for how her mannerisms were perceived was... such an elflike thing to see from an outside perspective. Not only was she nigh unmistakably similar to his apprentice ─ she could have blended into his society perfectly. "It is interesting you would say that. Much like your earlier observation, I could easily say that mentality will produce the very same effect you avoid trying to cause. Already, I am naturally inclined to be more attentive, not less. It just so happens to be the case that interest was present before, and could only grow so much. I am prepared to make a great investment into observing you. If your intention is to keep 'opening up' as you put it, I will certainly observe the process. The same could of course be said of these unfamiliar baking methods. To separate an egg's yolk from its albumen is certainly an act done in the spirit of alchemy; you will completely alter its original purposes doing that."

"A few minutes, I just need time to processes and memorize~" Miko affirmed. And still no excitement was being spared. The idea of composing something on the instrument she loved for the first time in 300 years was tantalizing. And such a happiness would only be made better by the little exchange taking place before. Miko had obsessed over the idea that she might be famous. She'd practiced her autography obsessively as she did all things. Even after she decided that the idea of being famous wasn't for her initially in life. Still there was something about Seiya's reaction to receiving something a simple as her name signed by her own hand which made her heart palpitate oddly in her chest. "Sou, that feels interesting..." she murmured unconsciously rubbing her chest. Of course, Seiya thanked her and claimed he would cherish it. Miko blushed rather intensely, "Hai, I'm glad you got that one out of me," she offered the lad a bright smile. If someone was to get something out of her for the first time, it should be someone like Seiya. And soon after she'd be off with the group headed for Dreameater's tour bus. It was a place she'd been a few times before. "I didn't pick it... it picked me. I'm still not ready, I don't think. But I missed the music," Miko said. "But I am glad I could make him happy. I noticed we were quite alike in our oddities," Miko said of Seiya. She'd not meant to make his year or anything but if he took solace from their efforts then people like him were worth the effort of making sure her music got released.

At the same time, Hiroshi was busy watching the work of Rita while making observations. She had a distinctly elflike mannerism that he apparently enjoyed in addition to her likeness to his apprentice. His words processed through her mind as she finished separating the eggs. "Sou ka, never been given an explanation like that before. Still I don't seem to mind that from you, which is kind of odd, but I've decided not to think about it too much..." Rita mentioned with curiosity, present. As for the act of separating egg whites from egg yolks... "It's a pretty common practice in baking. In this case, the whites will be treated separately and added back in later," she mentioned as she finished up the end resulting in a bowl with six egg whites and a bowl with six egg yolks. The time this took had everything else at approximately the right temperature to continue. And the bowl that contained the egg yolks had a few more additions milk, butter. A whisk was used to mix these items together until they became smooth and incorporated. "I should also explain that baking from a general perspective requires specific ingredients. You can't adjust this kind of thing for lifestyle choices. Animal products are required," she said the gentle twitch of annoyance appearing in her brows as she remembered a certain roommate of hers wanting a cake but not realizing how little can be done when you take out the things that give it its texture and flavor. A smooth bowl was sat tot he side and another was being pulled forth to have dry ingredients measured into it next. Those egg white still sitting to the side.

As they drew closer to the stadium's rear exit, it seemed Miko was coming to terms with her first autograph-signing experience. Museion had no shortage of fans, but Takao knew from experience that this was a different sort of moment. Seiya was a dedicated lad who deeply appreciated what these musical artists did for his life, so Takao knew Miko would be hearing a lot more from him in future. "You've got yourself a real loyalist now. He knows your secret; you'll never hear the end of him. But, he's a good guy. Take care of him~" Takao urged. Moments later, the group was approaching a large bus, black and blue in color with Dreameater's logo on its sides and rear. Takao opened the door and ushered the others up a few stairs. Inside, they would find multiple couches, guitars and small amplifiers, and a single keyboard. There was a small kitchen toward the back, right behind a bar. Farther back still was a full bedroom and connected bathroom, which let out near the front as well. "Tadaima! Welcome to... my home, I guess? Make yourselves comfortable, move in, take a nap ─ do whatever you want!"

Never stopping the consumption of beer, Hiroshi began work on his second can while stepping closer to Rita and more directly observing her work. He remained just distant enough to leave some wiggle room, but just close enough that he could make contact with Rita or the ingredients if he desired. "I find that even stranger. Both you and your niece have expressed a lack of experience with such things. Where I'm from, however, you would be the talk of the... town?" he said, hesitating at the end. Hiroshi wasn't originally sure whether he could say country, kingdom or something of the sort. Towns existed everywhere, luckily enough. More importantly, something else of interest was stated by Rita. She specified the necessity of animal products when baking in a way he'd thought mere days before. Could it be? Could this woman have been plagued by those vile creatures of this world? "Of course. By the way you say that, however, I'm reminded of something. Have you encountered those... vegan things before? Your words are similar to some thoughts I had when hearing about them."

While they made their way out to Takao's tour bus, Miko made peace with being recognizable to at least a few people who could call themselves fans of hers. She had little worry about anything related to Seiya, they'd had quite the fun little adventure on their way to Takao. "It's fine. I quite enjoy him, though I didn't ask for a loyalist, I wouldn't leave him hanging or anything. I know he's good. We had a lot of fun wandering around, so I'll be sure to look out for him~" she mused happily. As an aside Seiya was a Sei and thus had a certain amount of freedom in dealing with Miko that many would never get to experience. Moving on from that the whole of the group arrived at the tour bus and were welcomed inside and told to make themselves at home. Surprisingly enough the first to do so would be Kaguya who found a couch took off her shoes and stretched out. "Hai hai, thanks for having us~" she mentioned as Miko slipped inside as well, dropping multiple things on top of her as she relaxed. "So invasive, Kaya-sen. You could at least pretend a little," mentioned Miko only for Kaguya to scoff playfully. "I take invites seriously and fully." she commented as Shutara came in and chuckled while Ai took up a place on the same couch as Kaguya. "Seriously, you make it seem like I didn't teach you manners at all, Kaya-tan," she scolded her briefly. "These for us?" Ai asked about the dango still in Kaguya's lap. "Hai hai, there is one in there for each of you," she said pointing around only to find herself inching towards the keyboard having pressed her remaining boba tea into the hands of Takao. "This is great!~" Shutara claimed finally happy to have some extra people to hang out with while Miko and Takao became the biggest pair of musical nerds on the planet.

According to Hiroshi both Miko and Rita shared a lack of experience, but Rita understood her niece's problem much better than her own situation. The talk of the town, not here, not now. "My niece has innocence on her side and being small initially. Her situation makes sense to me..." Rita said. Her own was rather complicated, she'd been in a committed relationship for most of her adult life, she'd long since stopped acknowledging words as anything other than platonic. She'd also spent quite a while being equally unsure of herself so it made no sense. She lived in a small town and a close knit community. Standards were being upheld. She was quite sure of the man as he stood nearer obviously to observe and began work on that second beer. She took a moment to peek from her corner of her eye, 'Jeez he's tall. What were they feeding him?' she wondered mentally, though obviously height wasn't a bad thing. She quite enjoyed it as a trait in men in general. Still their conversation progressed, and vegans were brought up... "Yeah, I had the privilege of having one of my roommates in college become a vegan while we were living together. It was not pleasant and the rest of us all thought she was crazy, she became a bit unbearable towards the end. We all made the joke that it was because she was hungry," she said a smile coming to her face. With at least one of roommates currently present in town she'd have to make some time to hang out a bit more. "Anyway, you can't get good cakes without the fats and proteins. Real chicken eggs, real full fat cow's milk, cream and butter..." she stated firmly. At the same time she began measuring out flour, taking a small amount of baking soda and sugar, measuring and mixing them before setting it to the side. A different whisk and that bowl of egg whites were soon picked up. "Basically the composition is wet ingredients, dry ingredients mixed up separately and then appropriately mixed together," she explained of the process. This was before moving on to that bowl of egg whites. "And this is where properly fluffy cake comes from~" she explained. "Cream of tartar, vanilla extract and whisking. We're making meringue..." she explained, and she began whisking, as she did so, the egg whites would begin to stiffen becoming opaque and gaining air increasing their volume.

"Well, you've got one now. You already had him, but now... he knows your face~" Takao said in a slightly teasing manner, complete with a gesture of wiggling fingers for a faux horror element. With that out of the way, he began moving to a couch adjacent to one chosen by Kaguya and Ai. It seemed some issue was taken with Kaguya's instant comfort, but he had no problems with it. "She's fine; I'd rather have someone relax around me. It's always weird when people are too uptight. It's good to see someone being comfortable," he insisted. Before Takao could even reach for a guitar, a partial cup of boba tea was being forced into his hands. He didn't give it much thought before that straw was placed between his lips. Miko would obviously be too busy to care in a moment. "Bonus boba for me, huh? That's cool, but... I'll take a full one next time~" he said whether Miko remained capable of processing statements or not.

Rita believed Miko's situation was more sensible than her own. Hiroshi thought the exact opposite, as Miko had a particular constitution which made her more appealing. In truth, the one more likened to a magical 'sponge' would receive more attention... though perhaps Rita herself would be hailed as a goddess or demigod in most areas of Alaya. Things were inverted in this world, apparently. "Hmm. Whatever the case, acknowledgement should be given. You have all the signs of one who has yet to receive what you require. You should also be seen in the proper light," he said. Well beyond baking ability, there were many reasons Nara Rita deserved acknowledgement ─ he could feel them in her soul from such close proximity. Whatever occurred in her life recently did her no favors... and in Hiroshi's opinion, neither did being associated with a vegan. "Utterly repulsive. Omnivorous creatures are such for a reason. Moreover, I hear some claim it to be a kindness toward animals, completely ignoring the damage done to plants in exchange. I have countless things to say about these vegans ─ none of them good," he commented, nearly grunting. Hiroshi continued to watch the mixing of ingredients, eventually taking interest in how similar to potion-making the process looked this way. In due time, Hiroshi and his beer can were leaning over Rita's shoulder for a closer look. "Fascinating. This is more like my work than I previously gave it credit for. This thing with the eggs, is it something you came to realize yourself... or is this knowledge passed along somehow?"

The creepy hand movements of Takao and the acknowledgement that Seiya knew her face was something that Miko shrugged off. "I can't say I get it but if it makes him happy, I don't mind. Besides, this face is getting more and more common by the day~" she claimed which was true. Both her mother and aunt could pass for siblings of hers at various stages of aging. Not to mention how many, Avatars she'd already created in the other world. As for the relaxation of Kaguya and its jabs by her friends Ai could only shake her head, "Yeah, I mean I get it but you have to know how extreme she is that her taking these permissions is so odd~" Ai mentioned. Miko could only nod as both girls went on to begin eating their dango passing the container with its remainders along to Shutara who fully knew that Miko had intended to share. "Hai hai, I'll remain this comfortable around you always. Thanks for having me!~" Kaguya said in that slightly flirty way she seemed to enjoy talking. Of course, soon after she was left watching as Miko pushed her half-empty cup into Takao's hands making her way towards what was obviously the keyboard she was meant to be testing out. While Miko was settling in behind it on a couch abandoning shoes and allowing her feet to remain balanced on her toes, Takao spoke of his half a drink. She'd not even thought about that indirect kiss, but Kaguya was keeping her eyes on the lad and noted that he shied away none while consuming what Miko left for him. Her left brow rose as she watched the goings on with slightly narrowed eyes and watched for the second time in a week as Miko began inspecting an instrument as if she was encountering an old friend. "Hello, beautiful... I'm sorry it's been so long, I need a minute~" she mused as her fingers ever so gentle danced across the keys not pushing down on a single one. She pressed down on the key that should have been a single note 'C' and heard the standard C-chord instead Her fingers would have normally been spaced to play it, but... just one press made a harmonious sound in her ear. A full extension of her finger, one which the feeling told her was 'standard' but it'd been quite a long time since she'd last played piano, though she still remembered every nuance it held. An unboxing was taking place as she ran through the scales and chord progressions in her mind. "Sou ka... that's really great, so..." she moved to the next key and it played, the D minor chord. With just two keys pressed she was sure that every key would play these chords but simply wouldn't do. But each of those presses were firm, normal... just practice strokes for her. Surely one Kabia Seto didn't create an instrument which could only play chords? Matching harmonies would be far too difficult, the noise too much. "I heard you," she muttered to Takao, she'd heard his musings about his half drink, but her hands could have only held so much. Speaking of only holding so much, after going through an entire scale's worth of notes, in triplicate, she found herself with closed eyes, feeling the tension in the key completely with her next press of it.

At the same time, Hiroshi continued to speak in a way which brought only gentle confusion to the face of Rita. She'd yet to receive what she required? "Hm, that is an interesting phrasing, I'm not quite sure what it means, but I am also pretty sure it's right. Weird." she mentioned in passing. As the conversation progressed the ideations of Vegans was something which apparently truly upset Hiroshi. He saw humanity as the biological species they were and accepted their dietary necessities as such. And also managed to have the sort of brain which allowed him to see past the initial convictions. "Yeah, I had similar arguments with that particular roommate, no need to upset yourself with someone who is going to talk about the rape, murder and torture of innocent animals while there are plants that are renewable and hurt no one," Rita said while rolling her eyes. "And while we should probably treat animals better, I don't think the answer is eating only plants. Besides, it also completely ignores how many vegans want to make their plants into meat like substances. If meat honestly isn't good and animal products don't taste good, then don't try to make your plants taste like meat," Rita asserted. "Also don't try to bake without the necessary fats, you'll just end up with bread," she mentioned knowing it had happened a few time. As for the actual cooking it seemed that it was far more scientific than Hiroshi initially thought. "Iia, I didn't come up with it. It's a fairly popular French method, mainly to get air pockets back into the batter. And spread the flavors evenly throughout. It's pretty commonly taught more advanced pastry or baking classes..." she said. "But after you learn things like this you have to use them," she mentioned. Speaking of once the stiff peaks were reached in the meringue she would begin mixing together the yolks and flour mixture into a smooth batter with the whisk. Once that was complete, the next step would be to gently place in a third of the meringue and fold it with a plastic spatula. "The cake will be too dense if you knock the air out of it. It's folding the whites in when they are like this that keeps everything fluffy." she added in the explanation and moved on.

According to one of her own friends, Kaguya was just... extreme. Takao still saw no issues. Being around people who let themselves be uncomfortable could make a person uncomfortable by proxy. What Kaguya did in letting herself relax wholly was good for any group of people around her, if they simply let it be. "It's really fine though. That kind of thing sets an example, and I really don't mind. You could change into pajamas for all I care," Takao stated. Such was the lifestyle of a modern idol on a tour bus. Moving on, Takao grabbed a nearby acoustic guitar with one hand while casually drinking from Miko's cup with the other. Listening to her test that keyboard was taking him on a nostalgia trip. To follow up her D minor chord, he put aside the drink and strummed a gentle B flat before joining her progression properly. 'A few minutes' was seeming like an overestimation already. "Yeah~♪" he started. Takao wasn't one who could resist the call to sing, nor could he stop his mind from producing song lyrics in the heat of a moment. "Ooh... ooh-oooooh... Ah-ah-ah-ah~♫"

Nara Rita may have been in possession of some extrasensory abilities after all. Her understanding that his words simply felt 'right' was one sign; Hiroshi would be keeping track in future. First though, those filthy vegans had to be addressed. They were kindred in their beliefs. If one asked Hiroshi, their shared opinion was objectively accurate in every way. "I will not become upset. As bothersome as those individuals are conceptually, I'm finding refreshment in conversing with one who understands the Order of Nature. It does disturb me that humans can think that way about other creatures, however... considering how humans treat themselves and each other. No matter. It is interesting to hear a shared perspective," he claimed sincerely. With that, Hiroshi witnessed firsthand the differences between cakes he knew, and the cakes of Gaia. It wasn't so much the ingredients, but the methodology using even simpler components. Rita's cooking ability would be the stuff of legend if utilized with more magical ingredients, he believed. Just as she'd taken him into her kitchen, he would take her into his workshop. Ah, but that was destiny, was it not? Having already noted such powerful similarities to his apprentice, Hiroshi realized there were allowances to be made simply because a similar path would be taken regardless. That thought process solidified the moment Rita spoke of using knowledge that was learned ─ another concept he firmly believed. "But of course. All knowledge has its value. The only wasted knowledge is knowledge never utilized. I will find a way to incorporate everything you're teaching; you can be certain of that. In fact, I should return the gesture by teaching you something as well. We will have to discuss your interests to see if I have knowledge of equivalent value."

The extreme behaviors of Kaguya were something that her friends understood and others came to understand in their own time. Even so, Takao claimed he wouldn't have minded more extremeness either, mentioning pajamas and comfort which he was fine with other people expressing in his space. A smirk came to Kaguya's face as she snickered. "Eh? Mi-chan must be far more comfortable here than even she let on~" Kaguya said teasingly. Still Miko said nothing as all of her concentration was on the keyboard in front of her. "If that's the case she's going to have to bring replacements," Ai said as if being helpful, though in this case, both were just having a bit of a laugh at Miko's expense given both knew how she liked to wander around. "Hm, you two are great to have around. And finally I have someone to keep me company while they fall into the musical abyss!~" Shutara mentioned already seeing the signs as that acoustic guitar was the one taken. And with a certain note, and harmonizing the singing began. But it wasn't just notes. With the D chord being the one chosen, a movement of Miko's fingers finally occurred a much more gentle press of several keys which would have aligned to the sound to match that voice in the moment. And it happened... only singular notes were played with her right hand, as her left index finger was used to keep the harmony up around it. It was a simple almost waltz like beat which flowed into the sound of the voice she heard and the face that entered her mental vision from her closed eyes. 'Takushi, I missed you!~' she thought as a small smirk came to her face, Still her eyes opened and a single tear slid from her left eye. Of course it would.. it'd been three centuries since she'd last composed for her favorite insturment. It was a homecoming she'd waited for and this keyboard she was using was beyond the perfect catalyst.

At the same time, one Nara Rita was being introduced more and more to the philosophy of Hiroshi. "Happy to be interesting, but most people even here don't like vegans. So like-minded people are bound to be a bit easier to find on that topic," she mentioned as she began mixing in the next bit of the meringue. Each second seemed to soothe the batter a bit more adding lightness and shifting the color just a bit. Odd was it to have an offer of returned knowledge on the table, "Iia, you don't have to put yourself out like that so much," she explained. "You've already been sharing quite a bit helping me run my store and fix it up and all that... I am glad you'll be able to put what you're getting from this to use but you don't have to do more for me," she explained. It was very Japanese of her to be doing something for someone else, and not immediately want recompense or compensation. Accepting more wasn't something that she nor any native Japanese person with moral standing would take lightly. With her mixture prepared Rtia pulled those pre-readied baking dishes back to her, pouring the batter in with a smile. The amount made being split between the two was just enough for them to be only 3/4 of the way full. She'd clarify why that was inherently. "You have to leave room at the top for the cakes to rise, so remember not to overfill the pans," she mentioned as a handy tool tip. "Then into the oven at 190 for, 35 to 45 minutes. Try not to open it too much, if you don't have to, I have one of these..." she said pointing to the display window on her own oven as she slipped the cake pans into the space and set a timer. And with those in the oven she began rinsing dishes and loading them into the dishwasher, no need to leave a mess in her workspace. Besides she'd left out a few clean bowls to make filling and frosting with after she was done with the first part of the cleaning process.