Post by Hungary on Jul 2, 2010 18:53:45 GMT 2
Hungary & England
This was, how should she put it? Frustrating, yes. That was the word! As she stared down at the arrange of berries and various other ingredients that went into what was called a ‘poffin’, she could only wonder how the others around her were making such flawless ones! It was difficult to say the least.
Frowning deeply down at the ingredients, she would once again pick up some berries and toss them into her pot. Very quickly, she would pick up her spoon and begin to stir it as quickly as she could. But no matter what she seemed to do, the edges kept burning and she would end up with something Levi refused to eat.
Giving a small grumble, she would once again offer the little burnt cake to a trainer’s Muk, to which, it happily devoured in place of her Piplup. “What am I doing wrong?!” She would ask herself, eyeing the materials suspiciously. Hungary prided herself on her cooking, so this was damaging her pride to say the least. At the moment she was…
Why she was no better than England and it was not a good feeling.
“All right! Let’s…try this again.” She would mumble, this time pulling back her hair and rolling up her sleeves. It was definitely time to get serious. She could do this! The concept was so simple and the other trainers seemed to be having absolutely no trouble. So…there just had to be some sort of secret. She would figure it out, she wasn’t giving up!