Drabble - A Toast
Last one from this round of spring cleaning (unless I get the urge to do more) - Buffy and Dawn again. I must say, I think you can pretty clearly see my influences in this one: a desperate craving for yummy food (I haven't been able to eat real food since I've been sick), and a longing for my mommy (who is currently in Paris).
A Toast
“What have we learned from this exercise?”
Dawn surveyed the open ice cream cartons scattered on the breakfast bar. “I think… butter pecan is way superior to butter almond.”
Buffy nodded approvingly. “I think you’re right.”
“Remember how Mom used to spit out the pecans?”
“Until we pointed out that was gross.”
“What did she used to say? ‘I don’t like hard things in my soft things!’” Dawn giggled, but her laughter trailed off into pensive silence.
“It’s okay,” Buffy said gently, digging her spoon into the fudge ripple and holding it aloft. “To Mom.”
They clinked spoons. “To Mom.”
A Toast
“What have we learned from this exercise?”
Dawn surveyed the open ice cream cartons scattered on the breakfast bar. “I think… butter pecan is way superior to butter almond.”
Buffy nodded approvingly. “I think you’re right.”
“Remember how Mom used to spit out the pecans?”
“Until we pointed out that was gross.”
“What did she used to say? ‘I don’t like hard things in my soft things!’” Dawn giggled, but her laughter trailed off into pensive silence.
“It’s okay,” Buffy said gently, digging her spoon into the fudge ripple and holding it aloft. “To Mom.”
They clinked spoons. “To Mom.”