BUTTERSCOTCH CINNAMON // baking

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    ✧ — They had picked up many things from their mother before they had been separated. One of those was an interest in baking. Their mother had always seemed fond of it, baking things like a butterscotch cinnamon pie, which the kiddo was trying to emulate. It was on "their half" of the house, the side without a roof. There was a small campfire, a pie tin, and Kris was mixing the ingredients together as the crust baked somewhat. Then they dumped the cinnamony contents into the pain, sitting there, waiting for it to cook. Maybe they just wanted a taste of home.

    —— AMBROSIAPAW AETERNUM ——

    Ill believe it all, there's nothing I won't understand

    Ambi was a terrible cook. That much should be clear by now thanks to her many failed attempts and subsequent explosions. She had a lot more room for improvement - like, a LOT - so any chance she could get to learn tricks and proper instructions was good to her. Thus, when her nose twitched at the smell of dough and cinnamon, Ambi was quick to bounce over. "that smells awesome - what're you making?" she'd ask, fighting the urge to just burst into the house as she peeked in through whatever opening she could find in the home. Probably a bit on the creepy side but in her defense it really did smell amazing.


    "Speech."





    Baking was something he had never tried, nor thought of trying. He supposed he wouldn't be terrible at it, but he wouldn't know for sure if he never tried. He had been following behind Ambrosiapaw, unaware of it, when a smell wafted through the air. It smelled sweet, like cinnamon and fire, smoke. The latter wasn't exactly concerning to him, even if it came from inside what appeared to be a house. When he glanced up, he noted the missing roof from one half of it, and the smoke billowing out in puffs. He hummed to himself for a moment before moving forward, following Ambi once again inside. He wasn't the type to barge in on people's houses or living spaces, but now it seemed like one of those times. His ears pricked forward when he spotted Ambrosiapaw talking to someone he didn't recognize, but they were a Veiler, at least from what he could tell.


    "Smells good," Sear stated simply, a curtness to his attitude as he looked from Ambrosia to Kris, his eyes not holding that same fire as before. Even as he watched the flames lick the pan, his stare seemed blank, dull. Still, if anyone were to question it or acknowledge it, he'd snap. It was bound to happen. A sigh escaped him as he looked up at Kris, his tail lashing.

    Out of all the things Ralsei had practiced doing while he was alone in the Dark, baking was definitely his favourite. He made cakes and pies, mainly, and he didn't like to boast but he was pretty good. Though, when he fled the shadows of his old home, he never thought he'd smell the unmistakable aroma of a pie- and boy, did that excite him! Ralsei was even more delighted to discover that the smell was coming from his own home, drifting from the smoke of a campfire that Kris had made. The horned feline trotted over, a grin on his bespectacled features, and settled beside Ambrosiapaw and Sear. He lifted his paw in a little wave to greet the two before looking over at Kris. "Wow, Kris... I didn't know you could bake," he hummed, voice soft yet still filled with awe. "I hope I can have a piece when it's done!"

    The last time someone had baked did an explosion happened. While he had not been in the area early enough to see what caused the explosion, he had been quick enough to catch the tail-end of it. If he could recall, it had been Ambrosiapaw that caused it while baking a pie. Casting a glance at the said girl, he could not help but allow a small smirk to erupt across his maw at the memory of it. The whole event had been amusing, to say the least. As for Preacher, he could cook, but it was simply a matter if he wanted to. Being a bearer of fire elements, he could cook almost anything he would come across, but the idea rarely crossed his mind. "They seem to be doing better than you did, Ambrosia," jested the cat as he took a seat beside her.

    ✧ — Kris hums to themselves, a tune they swore they would have heard, for someone, a brother, a "best friend"- they stop when they even out the batter, watching it bake. That's when they heard something, and they look up and see Ambri. Though the two were not good friends, Kris liked to think of her as one, and they wave her over to sit down. "Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie. My... my, mother, she used to make this for me and Asriel before I left home." They explained, and then realized they were rambling. Suddenly, they begin with something else. "Oh! C-come in, don't stay out there. In here, it's um, a bit warmer."


    Kris first sees the young man. They seemed to not be that calm, but hey, at least he wasn't hurling fireballs at him or causing explosions in their paws to intimidate them. They wave Sear over as well. "Come on in, there's enough for everyone."


    Hearing Ralsei made them feel a bit better. Almost like, it felt better with other people around so they wouldn't "eat the whole thing" as Mother would say. But Ralsei made it special. "Picked it up from my mother. Go ahe-" they cut themselves off, thinking. "I'm just not good with knives." They'd rather not repeat what happened.


    "He your sugar daddy?" Kris asks causally, noting the behavior as they stir the batter slightly.

    —— AMBROSIA AETERNUM ——

    Ill believe it all, there's nothing I won't understand

    Ambrosia would glance sideways at Sear, her mis-matched eyes glittering with concern for him. He'd been acting off ever since Spruce's step down, and she couldn't quite figure out why. Had he been close to Spruce during Ambi's time away? Was he upset that she had stepped down? But why did it affect him so much his personality at it's entirety seemed flipped? Odd.

    As much as she both liked and disliked Sear, she didn't think asking him outright - or at all - if he was ok would make him very happy. So she'd just sigh and hope sunpaw would get to him before anything bad happens.


    She'd immediately smile when Kris welcomed her over, cheerfully bouncing closer to his side. She, like him, wasn't sure what their relationship was but if he liked to consider her a friend then good news because she did too! And speaking of friends - Ambi would stick her tongue out at Preacher, slapping his shoulder playfully as he sat beside her, "Say that again and ill eat your slice of pie," Ambi would say, baring her teeth theatrically at the male. But he wasn't wrong, of course, and so Ambi would eagerly glance at Kris, "Hey Kris, think you could teach me how to bake sometime? "


    When he mentioned about the knives, Ambi would come over, "Oh, I don't mind helping you cut it if you want," she began, only to splutter at his last comment. Snickering, she tilted her head to the side, bemused "Sugar daddy?"

    "Speech."