Baking Lessons, Friday

[a_phale]

Despite her rather odd behavior at the pizza party the night before, Aziraphale was still expecting Annette to join him at the house for her first baking lesson. He and Wilson had set up the kitchen, the young doctor seeming a bit bemused over the whole arrangement, and teasing the angel about starting a cooking class. Then Aziraphale had summarily

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[misshargrove]

Annette was not even the tiniest bit visible under the heavy raincoat and hood, rainboots, and very large black umbrella. She knocked on the door to Mr. Phale and Dr. Wilson's residence and stood back, bouncing in the rain puddles.

[a_phale]

Hurrying to the door, Aziraphale opened it and bustled Annette inside. Despite the horrible weather, the interior of the house was warm and dry.

"Come in, my dear," he said cheerfully, helping her off with her raincoat. "You can put your wet things here in the closet, and come on into the kitchen. We're all set up to begin."

[misshargrove]

Annette smiled and tried to shake the rain off as best she could before hanging up her outerwear in the closet he showed her.

Wearing his fun Hawaiian shirt, he bounced into the kitchen. Blair grinned wide and rubbed his hands together, "This is going to be great!"

[a_phale]

Okay...

"Um...Miss Hargrove, I do realize that this is something of an upsetting topic for you, but...I don't suppose you would mind telling me why you're pretending to be...someone else? Am I supposed to guess who it is? I'm afraid I'm not very good at those sorts of games."

Aziraphale led Annette into the kitchen as he spoke, pulling up a stool so she could perch at the island in the middle of the room while he started laying out ingredients.