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perfectworrytitle: Christmas Cookies
verse: Cactus Flower (Jazz Remix)
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prompt: Phase #4: Track B: Challenge #36: Quick Fic Amnesty ("homemade")
word count: 305
rating: G
summary: Aya baked some Christmas cookies.
notes: first day of my fic Advent calendar! Merry Christmas!
“Don’t you have something better to do?” asked Mariel.
“Oh, well, good afternoon to you, too, sheik,” said Aya. She swept off her coat and folded it over her arm before leaning in to place a kiss on Mariel’s cheek.
“Classy dame like you must have somewhere more interesting to spend her time than a house of ill repute,” said Mariel, smiling as Aya took a seat beside her.
“I can think of a few,” said Aya with a laugh, “but the company is not as good.”
“My house is plenty reputable, anyway,” said Nikos. “In fact, I would go so far as to say that we have a reputation for the best booze in town.”
“Can’t argue with that one,” muttered Mariel.
“You are both getting off the subject!” said Aya, crossing her arms. It was then that Mariel noticed the shopping bag she carried.
“Were we one a subject?” asked Nikos.
“No, but we should be. I made you something,” said Aya, turning to Mariel. She held out the shopping bag; inside was a box, which Mariel pulled out carefully.
“Shouldn’t it wait until Christmas?” asked Mariel.
“It will spoil by Christmas! Open it now!”
Mariel did as she was told, carefully unwrapping the foil paper. Inside was a box, plain and unadorned; inside that, piles of little ginger cookies shaped like snowmen and reindeer and pine trees, each carefully decorated with icing and candies.
“You said you liked them,” said Aya, suddenly shy, “last time we were out, when we passed the bakery. So I thought I would try making some, I mean,” she giggled nervously, “they won’t be as nice as the bakers, I don’t think, but -”
“No,” said Mariel, having already broken apart a snowman to taste, “Aya, they’re better. Merry Christmas.”
verse: Cactus Flower (Jazz Remix)
community:
writerverse prompt: Phase #4: Track B: Challenge #36: Quick Fic Amnesty ("homemade")
word count: 305
rating: G
summary: Aya baked some Christmas cookies.
notes: first day of my fic Advent calendar! Merry Christmas!
“Don’t you have something better to do?” asked Mariel.
“Oh, well, good afternoon to you, too, sheik,” said Aya. She swept off her coat and folded it over her arm before leaning in to place a kiss on Mariel’s cheek.
“Classy dame like you must have somewhere more interesting to spend her time than a house of ill repute,” said Mariel, smiling as Aya took a seat beside her.
“I can think of a few,” said Aya with a laugh, “but the company is not as good.”
“My house is plenty reputable, anyway,” said Nikos. “In fact, I would go so far as to say that we have a reputation for the best booze in town.”
“Can’t argue with that one,” muttered Mariel.
“You are both getting off the subject!” said Aya, crossing her arms. It was then that Mariel noticed the shopping bag she carried.
“Were we one a subject?” asked Nikos.
“No, but we should be. I made you something,” said Aya, turning to Mariel. She held out the shopping bag; inside was a box, which Mariel pulled out carefully.
“Shouldn’t it wait until Christmas?” asked Mariel.
“It will spoil by Christmas! Open it now!”
Mariel did as she was told, carefully unwrapping the foil paper. Inside was a box, plain and unadorned; inside that, piles of little ginger cookies shaped like snowmen and reindeer and pine trees, each carefully decorated with icing and candies.
“You said you liked them,” said Aya, suddenly shy, “last time we were out, when we passed the bakery. So I thought I would try making some, I mean,” she giggled nervously, “they won’t be as nice as the bakers, I don’t think, but -”
“No,” said Mariel, having already broken apart a snowman to taste, “Aya, they’re better. Merry Christmas.”
