The warm aroma of gingerbread: spiced, aromatic, fragrant. The expansive kitchen is full of this delicious scent, beckoning and enticing. Decorated men sit in tidy little rows on cooling racks.That is, that's how it would be if any good smell like that weren't masked under the layers of burnt-to-a-crisp. Ami takes out yet another batch,
(
Read more... )
And suddenly, there is an Ishtar in the kitchen, dive bombing towards the burnt sacrifice cookies and sniffing them. Aah, the memories! It's as if she baked them herself.
Reply
That's not the point here! This isn't time to get confused; whoever it is, they're intruding!
"What are you doing?"
Reply
"Mff meeef mffmmff mmrrrrf miiffinff!!"
Reply
"It's rude to talk with your mouth full," Ami adds a bit arrogantly. "Finish chewing and I'll listen to you."
Reply
"You need to put more icing!" Finger point of doom. "Icing is the best part of the cookie!!"
Reply
If she's still anticipating perfect ones, she has more idealism and hope left than she'd thought.
Reply
Reply
"You can have them, if you want," she offers. "Go ahead."
Reply
Reply
"If you want," Ami repeats, mostly because she's still having trouble believing that. "But aren't they too dry?"
Reply
Note to Ami: Never eat at Ishtar's house.
Reply
Like her mother used to make? These? "Just who are you?" Ami asks.
Reply
Leave a comment