longroadstonowhere said: lighthearted, jane and dirk making the most mathematically perfect cake
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"Mathematically perfect in what sense?" Jane asked. "A cake all of whose ingredients are measured in perfect numbers? One where all ingredient measurements are factors of one another? One whose proportions exemplify the Golden Ratio? One whose number of ingredients is a perfect number? One shaped like a Platonic solid? Baking is no place for wishy-washy lack of specificity!"
Dirk stalled for a noticeable second, apparently not having expected her to take his joke seriously. (He really should know better by now. The Crocker-Egbert family was all about wrong-footing other people's jokes in service of their own prankster's gambit.) Then he made a valiant counterattack: "Why not all of the above? No point half-assing a challenge when we could make it the next best thing to impossible. Just picture the sweet triumph when we pull our magnificently improbable creation from the oven and present its possibly non-Euclidean glory to our adoring public."
Jane grinned. "You're on," she said, and slapped her spare mixing spoon down into Dirk's reflexive grip. "Now pay attention, grasshopper, and watch the master work."
Kitchen Science
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"Mathematically perfect in what sense?" Jane asked. "A cake all of whose ingredients are measured in perfect numbers? One where all ingredient measurements are factors of one another? One whose proportions exemplify the Golden Ratio? One whose number of ingredients is a perfect number? One shaped like a Platonic solid? Baking is no place for wishy-washy lack of specificity!"
Dirk stalled for a noticeable second, apparently not having expected her to take his joke seriously. (He really should know better by now. The Crocker-Egbert family was all about wrong-footing other people's jokes in service of their own prankster's gambit.) Then he made a valiant counterattack: "Why not all of the above? No point half-assing a challenge when we could make it the next best thing to impossible. Just picture the sweet triumph when we pull our magnificently improbable creation from the oven and present its possibly non-Euclidean glory to our adoring public."
Jane grinned. "You're on," she said, and slapped her spare mixing spoon down into Dirk's reflexive grip. "Now pay attention, grasshopper, and watch the master work."