× kitchen

sits up on my knees and snatches the bottle off the shelf before hastily getting down, not wanting to be caught by someone else. closes the pantry and moves to grab a mixing bowl, putting all my ingredients together.

teeters on the edge of the shelf, holding on tightly for dear life with one hand while the other streeeeetches its tiny digits out, just barely brushing against the vanilla bottle.
Are you absolutely ing kidding me-

fails miserably in finding a stool, placing my hands on my hips and glaring daggers into the small bottle that was embarrassingly just out of reach.
You shall not defeat me today, heathen. I am your Master!
steps forwards and legitimately starts to climb onto the pantry, gingerly edging onto the first shelf.

struts into the kitchen and tugs open the cabinet door, removing the milk jug and egg carton and settling them down on the middle island. turns to the pantry, grabbing nutmeg and cinnamon before looking around for the vanilla, lips down turned in a large pout. finally spots the bottle at the top of the pantry and sighs, setting the other spices next to my ingredients and searching around for a stool.