The blueberry puree that turns his hair purple is Walt's own fault.
He should know better than to try to be a sneaky mothefucker around another Recon Marine.
Seriously, Ray was just trying out a new recipe, one for lemon cheesecake with blueberry sauce, and he would never waste such a delicious treat by spillage if left on his own.
Maybe he should've told Walt when he moved in that the serving-size portions in the freezer weren't actually things his mom or ex-girlfriend made. Then it would've been easier to admit that Ray was one step away from being a true chef.
But he figures the Marines make you gay enough; he really doesn't need to hear more bullshit from his team. Which he would, because they can't keep secrets for shit.
So he waits until Walt's out with his girl one night to break out his copy of Delectable Desserts.
He should've fucking known something would happen. But he was thinking it would be that the cheesecake wouldn't set or the blueberries would be too tart. Walt coming home early. sneaking up behind him and trying to swipe a fingerful of the blueberries from over his shoulder? Totally not on his list of possibilities. Apparently Walt's not expecting an elbow to the gut either, and his retaliation sends the mixer and the leftover cream-cheese mixture flying, and it's all downhill from there.
So, yeah, Walt can figure out what the fuck to do to get that shit out of his hair. For his part, Ray just hopes there's a way to get blueberry stain out of white porcelain tile, or else never see his security deposit again.
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Date: 2011-03-11 03:57 am (UTC)He should know better than to try to be a sneaky mothefucker around another Recon Marine.
Seriously, Ray was just trying out a new recipe, one for lemon cheesecake with blueberry sauce, and he would never waste such a delicious treat by spillage if left on his own.
Maybe he should've told Walt when he moved in that the serving-size portions in the freezer weren't actually things his mom or ex-girlfriend made. Then it would've been easier to admit that Ray was one step away from being a true chef.
But he figures the Marines make you gay enough; he really doesn't need to hear more bullshit from his team. Which he would, because they can't keep secrets for shit.
So he waits until Walt's out with his girl one night to break out his copy of Delectable Desserts.
He should've fucking known something would happen. But he was thinking it would be that the cheesecake wouldn't set or the blueberries would be too tart. Walt coming home early. sneaking up behind him and trying to swipe a fingerful of the blueberries from over his shoulder? Totally not on his list of possibilities. Apparently Walt's not expecting an elbow to the gut either, and his retaliation sends the mixer and the leftover cream-cheese mixture flying, and it's all downhill from there.
So, yeah, Walt can figure out what the fuck to do to get that shit out of his hair. For his part, Ray just hopes there's a way to get blueberry stain out of white porcelain tile, or else never see his security deposit again.