(http://40.media.tumblr.com/eac0bb7a434affecc29e5180a3c25b9e/tumblr_new9c4rfqh1rb9rueo1_500.png)<br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Benjamin York<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Buses Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Zoey<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Cooking<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:A dress shirt, first few buttons undone. Suit pants and fancy shoes. Silver-rimmed glasses and a silver ring with a black stone on his middle finger.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The man strolled into the kitchen and seemed to purposely ignore Zoey for a moment, knowing, that should he give her a bit of attention until he at least have started his task she would distract him to the point of forgetting his goal for coming here in the first place. She could be like a child on a sugar high at times, it was endearing, in its own way. But she wasn't going to hear the Roadie Boss say that to her face. It would inflate her ego, or deflate his, both are options that should not be taken up and brought into a conversation. Plucking a apron from the hangers, not really caring if its one of the official white one's he picked up, the the frilly pink one's James did...he put it one. Tying the back to secure it and fixing his glasses before going through the cupboards. Bringing out a bowl and some...chocolate bars?<br/><br/>"If you want something to do Zoey, then why don't you help me make some celebration snacks for the team? Just remember, do not add anymore sugar to the bowl while I am not looking. We don't need a repeat of<em>last time</em>I let you assist me in this kind of task. Understood?" He cast her a piercing look, well, it was more his normal gaze. But it usually had its effect on his peo-he means friends. Hopefully these girls weren't starting to become unaffected by it in the months he had been working with them. That would be horrible! How could he make them behave if the piercing gaze had zero effect? But that wasn't what he should be focusing on at the moment. Shaking his head lightly to ward the banter in his own mind he moved over to the fridge and began to get what he needed from it. Taking the milk, the eggs, the butter and the vanilla extract he had hidden within the fridge out he set them on the counter. But that wasn't the first step, he needed to mix the sugar together so it was smooth before adding the butter into the batch and mixing it together well. Standing on his toes he got the brown sugar from the top shelf of the cupboard and took another glance over at Zoey.<br/><br/>"If you don't feel like helping out, could you go wake up that lazy bum James and have him come to assist? It would be much more beneficial than having him taking all of the couch space for his sleep." Once he had spoken again he started to add the sugar into the bowl and mixing it with a wooden spoon he had fetched from the draw. His breathe starting to hum one of their older, and one of their first songs as he worked on his baking. That damn song was too catchy...<br/><br/>Hearing someone enter her glances over and arches a brow at Sam, not seeming to give two-fucks about her current attire he just nods to her before turning back to his task. Hands moving within the bowl still. "Depending on the traffic, I'd estimate around five hours. Enough time to get to the location and finish up setting up the stage that the people we have at the current location<em>should</em>be working on. However, I don't know the state that the road is in at the moment. My estimations of time may be quite wrong if the roads are full of traffic."<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>As for Philip, he was yawning at the wheel of the bus and rubbing his eyes as he drove them to their destination. Having offered to take the role for the normal driver so he could take a rest, not wanting a man who hadn't slept for almost twenty hours behind the wheel. Or rather...Benjamin hadn't wanted that. So he had ordered him. Grumbling under his breathe he squinted out into the street as the morning sun heated up his face.<em>"...I could sure use some coffee..."</em>