Pinkberry Week- Day 1 (Sweet)
yooooo i am excited for this. this somehow ended up as lowkey a sequel for a fic i wrote
i started to lose my train of thought towards the end of it and it wasn't working how i wanted it to anymore
but anyway:
sweet-tooth
in which chloe tries baking for brooke and overthinks, so jake invites brooke over to help
Chloe couldn’t understand it.
This was the third time she had somehow messed up.
This was it. This was the end. She was done for.
“You’re overthinking again,” Jake said, trying another of Chloe’s failed cookies. “At least these are edible this time.”
“But they’re not good!” Chloe huffed, pulling off the oven mitts and throwing them down on the bench.
Her hair was a mess, there was flour everywhere, and a mountain of bowls and baking utensils and empty packaging.
“You don’t have to make it from scratch, y’know. Nothing wrong with a box mix.”
Chloe threw a pinch of flour into Jake’s face. “Brooke makes it from scratch.”
Jake: “You don’t even have to bake her anything.”
Chloe: “Then what am I supposed to do?”
Jake: “Literally anything else?”
Chloe: “Like what?”
Jake: “Buy her something. I think I had a pretty good idea to get her a p-”
Chloe: “I swear to god if you try to bring up the pizza metaphor, I will dump the entire bag of flour over your head.”
Jake held his hands up in defence. “You can’t say I’m wrong. And I could be a little more help than just being your taste tester.”
“I don’t want to have to have help with this! It’s gotta be special.”
Jake wiped the flour, or as much as he could, off his face. “Then ask Brooke to make them with you.”
“No way, I can’t do that-”
“Brooke will love it,” Jake said, cutting her off. “I reckon she’ll love baking with you. Rich and I have tried cooking together, not that either of us are great. But it’s fun just messing around in the kitchen with him.”
Chloe: “How do you know that Brooke will want to bake with me?”
Jake: “I just do. Also, she’s, like, on her way over and incredibly excited to bake with you.”
Chloe: “What- you told her!?”
Jake: “Only because you get stuck in your own head.”
Chloe: “I hate you.”
Jake: “Love you too.”
There was a very enthusiastic knock at the door and Jake grinned. “Your darling sunflower has arrived and that is my cue to leave.”
“I’m going to get you back for this,” Chloe said.
“I look forward to it!” Jake called back.
Chloe huffed and stared at the mess she had made in her kitchen. She could hear Jake and Brooke briefly talking before the door shut. She could assume that Jake had left and Brooke was making her way into the kitchen.
She was lost in thought when she felt a pair of arms around her waist. She felt Brooke kiss her shoulder.
“He always leaves you dishevelled, doesn’t he?” Brooke smiled.
“He ditches me in my moment of need. How dare he.” Chloe smiled at the kisses.
Brooke: “Jake said the latest batch was edible.”
Chloe: “But way too dry.”
“Let me try.” Brooke pressed another kiss to Chloe’s shoulder before pulling away. She grabbed a cookie from the tray.
The longer Brooke went without saying anything, the more it cemented the idea that Chloe was a terrible baker.
Chloe: “You hate it.”
Brooke: “I don’t!”
Chloe: “You’re just saying that.”
Brooke: “It’s not terrible! I promise.”
Chloe: “You hate it.”
Brooke laughed softly and held Chloe’s hands. She kissed her gently. “If we put some icing or something on them, they’ll be fine. Jake doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
Chloe rests her head on Brooke’s shoulder. “You’re just being nice.”
“Come on, let’s bake something together.”
Chloe lifted her head. “Really?”
Brooke smiled. “Yeah. We’ll make something as sweet as you.”
“Nah, you’re the sweet one.” Chloe kissed Brooke’s forehead. “What do you want to make?”
“Classic chocolate chip cookies.”
“As you wish, my love.”
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> FERDINAND II.
And so your PLANT shall henceforth be known as FERDINAND II.
The thought of needing to inform FERDINAND I of his having a namesake makes you a bit ill, but you are already hard at work devising several plausible excuses for the gesture. Something about how you've named it after the one most invested in its naming, or how it is similarly prone to drooling. Yes. Yes, you will be able to deflect quite easily, should the need arise. It has nothing to do with your fondness for FERDINAND or your desire for a substitute in his imminent absence, no—again, you are not so prone to sentimentality. It's about the drool.
Well, anyway. Best to move on with your day and think about something else, lest you grow maudlin or cultivate further affection for the PLANT. May the GODDESS be merciful and never cause you to develop inclinations that could be described as paternal.
Now that your plant has received sufficient care, it is time for COFFEE. You set to making your morning brew. By CHANCE, there happens to be sufficient water remaining in the kettle for FERDINAND I to have TEA, should he wish it.
Per your TIMEPIECE, it is now a quarter to eight. You have made excellent progress on your PRE-BREAKFAST TO-DO LIST thus far: the only remaining task is to remove FERDINAND. You are starting to get rather peckish and would like to be rid of him quickly, but over the past week, you have found that extracting the man from YOUR QUARTERS is a more arduous task than it ought to be.
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