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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 20:44:13 GMT -5
((So sticking with the Goblin/Risk thread timeline....6 years ahead, right? So, they're 22 and 21, respectively.))
Maggie and Sebastian had been living together happily, more or less, for three years in their cute little apartment in the Lower East Side. Sebastian made a healthy living working as a PI and consultant for the police, so Maggie stayed home playing house.
She also made some of her own money selling her baked goods to people in the neighborhood whenever they had a family get together or party or other such event.
That's what she was doing that night. Making a chocolate birthday cake for Mrs. Reynold's in room 4A. She was turning 75, and insisted on a chocolate cake with cream cheese icing and strawberries. Oh, and it had to be 3 layers high. Which was giving Maggie a hell of a time as she gingerly ran a knife over the top of one cake to make the next layer sit even on top of it.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 2, 2011 20:57:39 GMT -5
((Yep!))
"How do you do that?" Goblin asked in amazement, coming out of their room. He was currently working on an adultery case, which required a lot of legwork, which was Clara's department, so while she was out tailing some guy and waiting for him to call on his mistress, he got to sleep in and then watch his girlfriend make a cake.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 21:00:11 GMT -5
She spread a layer of cream cheese icing on the freshly leveled cake, then added the next layer, making sure the sides matched up. "How do I do what?" She glanced up at him, using the back of her hand to push hair out of her eyes, successfully getting icing on her forehead.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 2, 2011 21:27:22 GMT -5
He bit his lip, determinedly biting back a laugh at the streak of icing. "Y'know...those...layery things." He came up behind her to watch, careful not to get too close, because he wasn't supposed to distract her when she was working magic like this. ((P.S. Did you have to make it cream-cheese frosting?  *dies of longing*)) |
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 21:29:46 GMT -5
((It's my faaaaaavorite. Script bakes because I bake, and I make some killer cream cheese frosting  )) She blinked at him, always confused by his awe over what she considered to be pretty standard fare. "It's just a cake, Sebastian." But she smiled at him anyway. She added the last layer, then frosted the outside. "It's about time you woke up, by the way. It's almost dinner time." |
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Post by Goblin on Nov 2, 2011 21:37:20 GMT -5
"Is it?" His eyes widened. He'd been out all night with his sister and Alec, wrapping up that other case with the missing Brewer girl. Detective hours were not always normal-person hours. "Can I, uh, do something? Dinner-wise?"
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 21:39:51 GMT -5
She stopped icing long enough to flash him a brilliant smile. "Do you mind going down the street to that deli and picking something up? I'm in the mood for chicken soup and bagel chips. Ooh, and pickles, but not the new kind, I like them more pickle-y." She batted her eyes for effect.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 2, 2011 21:47:16 GMT -5
He laughed. "Pickle-y, huh? I'll try to remember." When he opened the door, a couple of cats dashed in. "Sorry!" he called, hurrying down the street before he could get blamed for whatever mayhem they caused.
A short while later, he came back with the groceries, feeling slightly more awake. "How's the cake coming?"
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 21:50:49 GMT -5
She was just putting the finishing touches on a sliced strawberry decoration in the center. "Done! " She moved to put the cake on the cake stand, covering it with the class top. "You, sir, have excellent timing." She turned to him, walking over to kiss him before taking the deli bags and setting the table.
They really were the picture of domestic bliss. Except for, ya know, that whole not being married thing that drove her father crazy. If it bothered Maggie, she certainly wasn't going to admit it.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 2, 2011 21:54:08 GMT -5
"Well, one of us does," he agreed with a smile, admiring the finished product wistfully. "You sure we can't just eat this and tell Mrs. Reynold the cats did it?"
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 21:57:00 GMT -5
She laughed, swatting his arm. "No, we can not! Her son's picking it up tomorrow morning." She shrugged, pouring equal shares of soup into two bowls. "He's paying me $10 for it, plus the cost of supplies, so $16."
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Post by Goblin on Nov 2, 2011 22:04:31 GMT -5
He whistled, grabbing a plate for the bagel chips and the pickles. They were the pickle-iest ones he could find. "Okay, so we won't eat it. But there is leftover frosting, right?" That would definitely explain why there were now three cats lurking around the kitchen, licking the floor here and there and mewing pitifully.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 22:07:05 GMT -5
Maggie smirked, plopping into a chair. "Maybe. If you're good, I'll let you lick it offa' me." She grinned, amused by herself, waggling her brows dramatically as she munched a bagel chip.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 2, 2011 22:15:00 GMT -5
"I got groceries," he said hopefully, leaning over her and eyeing the streak of icing on her forehead.
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Post by Script on Nov 2, 2011 22:16:34 GMT -5
"That is true, yes." His eyes on her forehead made her blink, confused. "What? What are you looking at?"
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*dies of longing*))
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