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"Let's play blind-deaf-mute."
Mike looked up from his phone. "It looks fun," he added.
Pierrot opened a bleary eye in protests, clearly disturbed from a good nap. "What's that?" he whispered.
"A game," Mike explained. "One is blind, another deaf, and another mute, and they try to cook something together."
"If we play, I'm going deaf," Harlequin said, leaving straight from a bath.
"I'll go blind," Mike offered. Pierrot nuzzled happily into his neck, crooning affectionately, while Harlequin gagged in the background. "What should we cook though...? And where?"
"Let's ask Doctor," Pierrot suggested. "We could turn his lab into a kitchen as well."
"That's such a good idea!" *Mike smiled and threw his arms around Pierrot's neck.
And that's how the found themselves in Doctor's tent. Mike was in front with his best pleading puppy-dog face. He had made sure to get his make up done to the last detail.
"Please, Doctor," he whined. "You're the only one who can help us out!"
Doctor contemplated for a minute before agreeing. He suggested pancakes for the challenge, and probably added something else, but Mike heard none of it as he threw himself at him and hugged him tightly. "You're the best!" he said as he kissed his cheek.
In little time, Mike had a blindfold over his eyes, Pierrot was gagged, and Harlequin had deafening heavy metal songs blaring through the noise cancelling headset. Mike began by ordering Pierrot to get all the ingredients ready, that consisted of eggs, milk, sugar, baking soda, and flour. Harlequin had the recipe, and he was to direct them
"Okay, now add the milk to you weird concoction," he said loudly. Mike felt around and came across a glass vial. He picked it up and brought it to his lips to take a tentative sip.
"The milk tastes weird..." he said, scrunching his face. Pierrot looked over his shoulder and blanched. He shook Mike back and forth, trying to explain, but he was gagged, and therefore resorted to calling Harlequin over. The latter had a completely different reaction. He burst out laughing like a hyena, which sort of concerned Mike, before he explained.
"That's not cow milk," he said.
"Then soy milk?" Mike asked. "Or almond milk?"
"More of..." Harlequin smirked. "Jester's milk."
It took a few more beats for Mike to get it. Once he did, he blushed furiously and took off the blindfold. He muttered an incoherent 'I'm never doing this again' and ran out of the tent. Pierrot followed after him to try and calm him down, while Harlequin made it his duty to spread the story around. It was safe to say Mike couldn't look Jester in the eye for an entire month.