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"Minnie!" I flinched as my head snapped up to meet the eyes of Daisy Duck. Once every couple of weeks, we meet with each other at the park to make conversations. She was one of my best friends along with Ortensia and we ranted and made conversations about different girl things.

However, ever since her passing, I felt as if there was a line between us somehow....

Yet, we still kept meeting up. She decided to call me yesterday and asked if we could meet up early this morning this time as she had something coming up later yet didn't want to miss our meet-up.

I tried to tell her that we could do a raincheck but she insisted on it so here I am.

Sitting on the park bench with Daisy who was supposedly ranting about her arguments with Donald.

"You're doing that thing again." The female duck toon remarks, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"...Oh?" Was all I can mutter as I stared out at the lake.

"You have that look in your eye." Daisy sighs and seemingly gazes at me wearily. "It's been 5 years, Minnie, I'm getting worried."

"Especially, after...." She trailed off and I could see the look of fear in her eyes and I immediately knew that she was talking about.

The time where I told her I needed a break from singing. She was so scared when she found me in my dressing room....

"If you want to, you could always return you know." She says quietly. There was no hiding from her.

"...I wish I could." I murmured, my voice drifting off. Somewhere distant, I can still remember the applause, the lights, and the cheers.

Mickey.

But, now they were only memories.

"But, I can't." I finished. I wasn't someone who could sing well anymore without fear. It was easier said than done. Each time I thought about singing, my voice felt like it was going to croak from remembering a life where we all used to be happy.

A time where he and I were happy.

"...If only she was here...." Daisy murmurs, staring off into the distance, saddened.

The atmosphere turned dull as we sat together and share a similar pain.

"Here, keep the rest of the pomegranates, I still have a lot back at the house." Daisy hands out a bag of pomegranates to me when we were about to leave. She said that she needed to go see Donald about a few things. "Feel free to make these into a snack of some sort."

I blinked in confusion as I looked at the pomegranates.

"I suppose I should eat them soon." I murmured as I walk through the quiet town street. I pulled myself together, I didn't want the fruits to go to waste I thought to myself as I peered into the bag once again.

"Now, what should I....." In what felt like a second, I bumped into someone and fell, bracing myself for the ground when I felt someone grab onto me.

"Are you alright?!" I open my eyes to see an unfamiliar toon who seemed to have a knack of carrying many bags whilst holding on to me.

"... I'm alright." I slowly answered as she brought me back up on my feet, however in that moment, I realized I wasn't holding onto the bag and looked down to find the pomegranates on the ground with the plastic bag torn apart.

"Oh dear, can't say the same for the pomegranates though...."

"I'm so sorry Miss! I'm usually not this clumsy." She bowed in apology and I was about to wave it off but paused.

'Does she not recognize me....?'

"To make it up to you, I have a spare tote bag at the bakery up ahead, however that means you'll have to come with me."

'I should apologize as well....' I thought to myself, giggling, softly. 'I wasn't watching where I was going....'

"I am at fault here too you know, however I'll take your offer since I have no idea how else I'm carrying these home." I gave a practiced smile.

"Then, I'll put these in my bags for now."

"Allow me to give you a hand." I bent down to also help pick them up.

"Ah right, thank you err..."

I held my tongue for a second almost saying my previous name.

"...I go by Minnie."

When I got back home, I immediately placed the bag of pomegranates on the coffee table, and sat back on the sofa letting out an exhale as looked up at the ceiling.

"Perhaps, I would have been better off as an actress instead of a singer." I chuckled humorlessly.

"I'll be taking that as a challenge, Miss Minnie."

I pressed a hand against my lips.

'Why did that make me smile....'

"Has it been that long since I became a hermit...." I muttered.

The hot cocoa.

I remembered it being warm and comforting, so much so that I almost felt like I was about to cry. It felt like a soft shawl wrapping around my cold hands, shielding me from a chill I hadn't even realized I was carrying. A hint of cinnamon she says, was that all there was to it?

Somehow, I feel like it wasn't.

"You know, you're a strange one, dearest Baker."

"Oh, I believe some people have told me the same. Perhaps, that's part of my charm?"

"She was so bubbly," I murmured as I leaned back on the sofa. The memory lingered in my mind, the easy laughter, and the animated gestures. The quiet apartment felt empty and lacked in comparison.

Perhaps it was a persona, perhaps it was not but she reminded me of someone that I used to be.

And when we danced, it reminded me of the happy times with Mickey, how he used to pull me into the living room after he got home, wearing a tired but relieved smile after his long day and hummed together as we spun around in laughter. He would drop his jingling keys onto the counter without looking, mumbling a complaint about work, then reach for my hands while switching on the record player.

So why didn't the memory ache as it usually did?

...It was strange.

"...You have a lovely voice."

She commented as if she knew what she was talking about. Making small giggles as we swayed together with the music in the background, one hand on my waist whilst holding my own. I was reluctant having to dance with her since two of the same sex? Uncommon.

....But, I had fun.

"Oh dear, seems we have to put a pause on that, dear friend, or your meal is charcoal." You let go of her at the sound of a kitchen timer as you went back to work.

"A dear friend, hm....." I murmured under my breath as I looked at my hand, the words slipping out almost absentmindedly. At the corner of my eye, I saw her tote bag she gave to me for my spilt pomegranates.

A design that not many would touch.

Brightly covered cupcakes.

"I've always felt happy watching my customers have a better day after eating what I bake. It gives me a sense of purpose. So if I can make their day just a little better, I spend time putting together recipes to keep the smile on my customers' faces."

In a way, I was envious of her.

"....But what if those recipes end badly?"

"Then, I return to try again. I've ruined batches before, and been afraid my recipes would never work. But, I'd rather try than wait to be fearless..."

"...What a fool." I mumbled, unaware of the corners of my lips lifting against my will.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV. — FRIDAY MORNING, AT THE MARKETPLACE.

"What lovely weather we're having...." You murmured. You were shielding your eyes using a sunhat from the warm morning sun. You got up early in the morning, made breakfast, fed the birds, took a shower, did some chores, and placed a notice at your bakery door.

The only thing left to do in your to-do list was groceries.

'I needed to buy some veggies also for dinner anyways....' You thought.

Sunscreen? Check. Cute outfit? Check. Reusable shopping bag? Check.

The extra $25 Sonic gave you as a tip for a mentally damaging quiche that made you happy and will most likely will come by for again?

Check.

I took a deep inhale before opening my eyes to the bustling marketplace. The sharp aroma mix of fruits, fish, spices, and the sizzling sound of grilled meat just hits right on your nostrils. A few colorful canopies hang around and stretch overhead in the area with vendors calling out prices with practiced enthusiasm and people bumping shoulders in the narrow aisles as they try to bargain.

A small chirp came from your side, making your eyes glance at your shoulder with a tiny smile. Today, Lemon was your companion, sitting on your shoulder. He was eager to accompany you as he wouldn't stop squawking and flying around you as you reached for the door at your apartment.

And you wonder why they call you the crazy bird lady.

"I swear you little shits are getting too spoiled....." You murmured as you start walking around. "Unbelievable."

Lemon chirped again and it felt like he was being smug causing you to get a tiny bit irked.

'Be thankful you're not big enough to roast.' You thought but kept it to yourself. You're already known as the bird lady at the apartment complex and you don't need it spreading out more in the open if you keep one-sidedly arguing with a bird that can't even talk.

"Strawberries! Get your strawberries! 35¢ per pint! Fresh and delicious!"

You look to the source, finding a stall in one of the aisles with wooden baskets filled to the brim with strawberries as the fruit vendor names their prices.

"I recall using the last of them on Monday for strawberry shortcakes..." You murmured as you took a step towards the stall. "I should restock on some bananas, mangoes...."

You began your shopping spree, unaware that somewhere else, your customers from yesterday were reminiscing about your beloved pastries only to find out your shop is closed.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ SONIC'S POV.

"WHAT, THEY'RE CLOSED?!!"

You can practically hear the birds cawing and flapping their wings away from the trees just from Amy's shrilling shriek. Not that I didn't understand her agony. We sent Knuckles and Tails this morning over to CozyBean's bakery to grab some snacks or well, early breakfast only for them to come back empty-handed.

"That's a shame..." I scratched my head as I watched Amy crash onto the floor. I wanted to order a couple of more of her quiche for a snack but it seems that changes some things.

"Well, that's nothing out of the ordinary." Rouge the Bat, Amy's friend was at her side trying to comfort her who was murmuring something incoherently about her beloved macarons. She was here with us for a visit while sneaking in some info from their side. "During this time, the owner tends to come up with new recipes to swap in their menu every week or restock on ingredients. They're independent so they're usually open 4 days a week."

"But, how do you know so much about this.." Amy tearfully pried her face from the floor to look at her friend who seems to be sweating.

"Er, well! I overheard one of their customers while I was there." She replied and twisted the topic.

Yeah, something tells me that wasn't true.

"I wanted another order of her apple pie...." Tails muttered as his robot arm tapped on his tablet, head down low.

"Her grape sponge cake was good..." Knuckles murmured.

"You're not the only one bud." I placed a hand on Tails' head and looked at the team before grinning. "Seems there's a change in the menu for today guys. Guess I'm having a chilidog..."

"Look at him acting cool as if he doesn't crave one of our dearest Baker's creations...." I hear Amy muttering, gazing at the floor.

"Seems I know who's on today's written report duty." I casually responded with a threat.

"You, cruel dictator!" Amy cried out. "And that's supposed to be your job!"

₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV.

Achoo!

You sneezed, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe your nose. Lemon looks at you, head tilted as if wondering if you were okay. It's not as if it was cold or chilly out so you wonder if it was simply dust.

"I'm fine Lemon, perhaps it's just some dust." You waved it off, as you placed back your hanky in your bag. "Which reminds me that I should grab some birdseed for you menaces..."

Your yellow bird chirped and flapped his wings startling you as he flew, leading you to a stall filled with seeds.

'This is the greed they talk about in the Bible...' You sighed as the bird landed on the vendor's head causing the guy to look up in bewilderment.

"You must be the bird's companion!" The vendor let out a booming laugh. He was a crow toon who seems to be in his early 50s and wore a pair of glasses.

"More so the other way around." I shake my head with a smile as I watch Lemon flutter around him chirping. "Seems he likes you."

"Birds of the same feather, what can I say?" The vendor says gruffly, his laugh drowning out the marketplace chatter for a brief moment. "An energetic friend you got here, missy."

"Been on my tail about food so it's not really a surprise..." You shrugged. "He has a brother and sister as well, Guacamole and Mango."

"Is that so?" The big crow grins as he fixes his glasses. "Well, the name is Sammy Seedsworth, the best man to see about seeds! Usually, it's for plants but seeing as we have a special guest here, I would be delighted to help you little friend."

The yellow bird chirps as he then lands on the vendor's shoulder.

'Look at him, sucking up to a supplier...' You stared pointedly at him.

"His name is Lemon." You answered with a sigh before smiling. "Sorry about him landing on your head as if you're a tree branch."

"No problem over here. He's a dear customer like the rest of ya!" He then looked at the bird. "So, which would you like today, my friend?"

Lemon chirps flying around the stall before landing on a sack filled with seeds. Sammy lets out a loud caw "Some pumpkin, is it? Good choice, my fellow bird! What do you say, Missy?"

Sammy turns his head to you and you shrug, before deciding to pull out your wallet. "I'll take a small sack of those then, Sammy. However, mind adding in another but a mix of sunflower and millet? I think my other two birds are fond of those."

The vendor grins, placing a hand on his waist while Lemon finally lands on your shoulder, most likely aware that you were about to leave soon.

"Understood, missy!" Sammy threw back his head and laughed through the sounds of caws. "You're a good owner, I tell you! I just feel it in my belly!"

You grinned affected by his infectious laughter. "Well, they do make my day more exciting."

"That I hope they do!" The crow vendor brightly smiles. He then glances at Lemon.

"Keep an eye on your companion, fellow friend! Keep her on your claws." He winks. "Remember the hand who feeds you!"

Lemon flaps his wings while squawking as if he understood his words.

'What a suck up.....'

"And just for that, my little bird of the same feather, I'll give you a 10% discount!"

'Never mind. I'll let you go. Lemon, I love you so much...'

"I hope to see you and your fellow friend soon, little missy!" The seed vendor waves you off from his stall.

"You will!" You called back, waving as well as you strolled off then looked to the yellow bird on your shoulders. "You know, Lemon, what do you say to a little treat for you and your little Winglings?"

The said bird chirps in response.

You then went to another fruit stall. With stars in your eyes, you gazed in awe as you could tell that they were as fresh as they can be as you took up one apple to examine.

"Perhaps, I should make myself some apple crumble...." You murmured placing a hand under your chin. "The peaches, look at their shine! Oh and the oranges! They smell lovely, think of what I can do with those! A chiffon cake for the menu...."

"Take your pick, dear."

You flinched as you looked up to see a woman in orange pigtails staring right at you.

"Oh dear, apologies, Miss! I must be distracting your business!" You bowed in apology.

The woman giggles. "It's fine dear. In fact, I've never seen anyone get this excited for fruits. I think you're the first."

"O-Oh, is that so?" You smiled sheepishly.

"Indeed, pleasure is mine, Miss Clementine." She introduced herself with a twirl and a giggle. "Take your pick, dear, grab as many as you like."

"I would love to, Miss." You sighed as you think about your shopping bag. It was big and you have quite the strength, not to brag. But you knew you wanted to order them in bulk and you still had to take a bus back which means you don't know if you can handle the stares and glares from the other passengers with the pile of boxes.

"But, the problem is I would love a huge box to bring back and it would be quite difficult for me." You explained, shaking your head. "I'll have to come back next week for the rest."

"Oh, that's quite the conundrum you have, dear." Miss Clementine places a finger on her chin and hummed before beaming. "Hm, if that's the case, why don't we deliver it to you?"

"You can do that?" Your eyes widened as you stare at the vendor.

She nodded with a smile. "We can indeed! My brother makes delivery by truck once and a while for me and a couple of the vendors if you'd like. You just have to pay a small fee."

"I would love that!" You responded in excitement, just thinking of the many experiments you can do with those fruits.

She takes out a piece of paper and pen and hands it to you. "Just write down an address here and we'll deliver it later."

You wrote down the address to your bakery immediately before handing it back to her before pointing out the fruits, and order them in bulk before pulling out your wallet and setting down payment.

You might've gone over budget but it was all for a good cause.

"So when can I expect—"

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"

"Ah, shit."

In what felt like a second, you felt yourself spinning around like a toy top as a blur rushed past you, when you finally stopped, your eyes were spinning in opposite directions as your head was in a dizzy.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" Miss Clementine asked you worriedly.

You shake your head to get rid of the stars. "...I'm good, what about you, Lemon?"

"Lemon?" You look to your shoulder only to see it empty before your eyes zoom into a bright yellow object sticking on a guy's coat?

"LEMON!" You ran and chased after the bird.

"GET HIM!" A bunch of thug-looking guys then rushed past the stall.

Ms. Clementine pressed fingertips onto her lips as she watches these shenanigans all go down, as if it was just a normal day in the market.

"It'll be delivered by tomorrow if you want to know!" The fruit vendor calls out after you casually while you chase after Lemon to which you barely heard.

'Oh my Celestials, this guy is fast as fuck!' You thought as youbl dodge through crowds while holding bags and your hat.

"Hey, mind slowing down?! You got something of mine!"

You saw the toon look back before he turned his back in front of him and start to run faster.

"Stop!"

The guy takes a turn, running into an alleyway to which you followed unaware that a couple of guys that were chasing after him ran past you both.

As you walked through the narrow dark alleyway looking around trying to find the toon who took Lemon, intentionally or not, you were gonna sock him in the face when you first see him for taking your bird.

You were about to come out empty when you felt a hand pressed against your mouth startling you before pressing you against the wall with their body.

"Mmph!"

"Shush, if you don't wanna get caught with me." The voice quietly said above you.

"What does that—" You felt utterly horrified.

"What does that—" You felt utterly horrified until a finger was held in front of your mouth again.

"Shh!"

"Where'd he go?!" You heard voices and footsteps coming from afar during this silence. Most definitely coming from outside this alley.

"Find him!"

"Right, boss!"

Another set of footsteps were heard for a few minutes more before the sound of them slowly disappeared.

Once they are completely gone, the guy takes their finger off your lips as you finally get a look at the guy who took away your bird and immediately lift your leg to do a hard kick.

This only resulted in a whistle as the guy caught your kick.

"That's some move you got there..."

He wore a dark turtleneck and a brown coat paired with pants as if late morning sun wasn't torturing him at the slightest. You then blinked at the sight of his face made of porcelain and shape as a cup with a bent red straw sticking out of his head.

Which reminded you of a certain someone.

'He has quite the build...' You observed for a second before internally shaking your head. You shook your foot off his grasp. 'You're missing the plot here, girlie....'

'Something tells me I made a mistake.' Since he looks like he was built like a truck that will just run you over in a second and KO you. You immediately begin to sweat. 'If these are my survival instincts, remind me to never ever delude myself that I can join the ranks in the mafia....'

"Gotta say that's some fiery reflex you got over there toots!" The toon grins as he dusted himself down before shoving his hands into his pocket.

"Now, does that mean you're part of that stall?" He took a step closer, his grin getting darker as you mentally felt yourself shaking. "Whatever your answer is will say if you can leave here alive."

"..." You took a deep breath.

"Bitch, what."

You can hear crickets for what felt like a few minutes as those words slip out. And you felt like you just messed up and wanted to grab those words and shove them back into your throat.

"Huh?" The guy blinks.

There's no going back.

"I have no idea who you're talking about." You stepped forward and pointed a finger into his chest, glaring at him. "I went through that chase to get back Lemon, my yellow pet bird who got stuck to you during whatever you were doing!"

"I have no idea who you're talking about." You stepped forward and pointed a finger into his chest, glaring at him. "I went through that chase to get back Lemon, my yellow pet bird who got stuck to you during whatever you were doing! Why would I care about some thugs hanging around you? I just want my bird back."

"Lemon!" You instantly raised your hands to grab him only for him to raise him higher out of your reach.

"Ah, ah, ah." He smirked as he firmly held the yellow bird. "How can I be sure ya won't tell anybody what happened around here?"

'What do you mean? I remember nothing. I can enact amnesia if you'd like. Saw nothing. Hear nothing, nada.'

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You put on a poker face. "It's not like anyone will ever believe me."

"Right, but as much as I am a gambler, I ain't willing to risk that. Too much of a gap in-between." He replied casually. "Someone dear to me, would punch me in the face if I leave something behind."

You felt a chill ran up your spine.

"What do you say to a little bet?" You saw that gleam in his eyes making you sweat a little. "Either way, if it helps ya feel any better, you'd still leave this alley alive."

"What's the catch?"

"If you win, you're good to go and I'll trust your words you won't tell a soul."

"And if I lose, the little birdie over gets to my little hostage." He grins, wiggling poor Lemon, who was cawing with rebellion. "Unless, you both wanna be together forever."

'No fucking way, no one is killing the bird unless it's me on a fucking island playing naked and afraid and I have to resort to a small roasted bird to munch on.'

"What's your game?" You question.

He snaps his finger. "Glad ya came to, toots. Saw you buy a buncha cherries a while ago. And, I was sent here to buy some to make our drinks you see. So, I bet I can guess where they are between those veggies and fruits in that big bag of yours."

You sweated. 'But, how much did he watch...'

"I can see those thoughts of yers just tinkering." He remarks, raising a brow. "Wanna take that chance?"

"..." You exhaled and held out your hand. "It's a deal."

Instead of shaking on it however, he took your hand and placed a kiss on it as if it were a casual greeting making your eyes widened and almost felt an eye twitch with disgust.

"You'll need all the luck you can get, toots."

As he lets go of you, you wore a straight face as you rummage through your grocery bag and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and sprayed the back of your hand.

"Really treating me like a germ huh, toots?"

"I suggest we get on with the game." You said as a response, acting calm before putting down your grocery tote. "That is if you don't want to be found."

"Hmm..." He shrugged, before examining the four large bags inside. "If ya say so."

"I'll pick that one." He pointed to one bag filled with vegetables. "If it were a normal day, those should be in between those bags of fruits of yours, except you stopped at the stall selling cherries after buying vegetables. Not ta mention..."

"Birdie of yours has been staring at that bag in particular." He finishes, he looks at the bird sitting on his palm, who seems to be sweating at the said brown package.

"Lemon, you birdbrain...." You muttered under your breath as you bent down to pull open the bag to show him.

"Well, toots, seems like ya los—"

"You're wrong." You interrupted, as your expression slowly shifted into a practiced smile.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard, grin sliding off his face.

"That would have been correct..." You explained as you opened the bag to show him, which were only filled with carrots, potatoes, and cabbages.

"Except, they're in his stomach."

"...What." The porcelain toon deadpanned.

You showed the bottom of the bag where a small tear was, the size of a small ball to fit in.

"Figured he'd get to them by now, so decided to take the chance." You sighed in relief or was it frustration.

It was both.

And now you need to buy more again.

"Wait, but how..." He trails off as you put it back in the grocery bag as Lemon flies from him and lands back on your shoulder.

Cue him proudly spitting out a cherry pit.

"No clue either." You shrugged as you walked past him. "It's one of the Three Great Mysteries between my birds."

"You lose, Red." You tapped his porcelain face as a gesture of victory as he was still gobsmacked from the whole thing before leaving the alleyway.

A small gust of wind swept the alleyway as the porcelain toon stood there absolutely speechless before murmuring.

"...Vanilla and cinnamon?"

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. <3

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘.

𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂: @anitalenia @pxrce-lain

"Minnie!" I flinched as my head snapped up to meet the eyes of Daisy Duck. Once every couple of weeks, we meet with each other at the park to make conversations. She was one of my best friends along with Ortensia and we ranted and made conversations about different girl things.

However, ever since her passing, I felt as if there was a line between us somehow....

Yet, we still kept meeting up. She decided to call me yesterday and asked if we could meet up early this morning this time as she had something coming up later yet didn't want to miss our meet-up.

I tried to tell her that we could do a raincheck but she insisted on it so here I am.

Sitting on the park bench with Daisy who was supposedly ranting about her arguments with Donald.

"You're doing that thing again." The female duck toon remarks, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"...Oh?" Was all I can mutter as I stared out at the lake.

"You have that look in your eye." Daisy sighs and seemingly gazes at me wearily. "It's been 5 years, Minnie, I'm getting worried."

"Especially, after...." She trailed off and I could see the look of fear in her eyes and I immediately knew that she was talking about.

The time where I told her I needed a break from singing. She was so scared when she found me in my dressing room....

"If you want to, you could always return you know." She says quietly. There was no hiding from her.

"...I wish I could." I murmured, my voice drifting off. Somewhere distant, I can still remember the applause, the lights, and the cheers.

Mickey.

But, now they were only memories.

"But, I can't." I finished. I wasn't someone who could sing well anymore without fear. It was easier said than done. Each time I thought about singing, my voice felt like it was going to croak from remembering a life where we all used to be happy.

A time where he and I were happy.

"...If only she was here...." Daisy murmurs, staring off into the distance, saddened.

The atmosphere turned dull as we sat together and share a similar pain.

"Here, keep the rest of the pomegranates, I still have a lot back at the house." Daisy hands out a bag of pomegranates to me when we were about to leave. She said that she needed to go see Donald about a few things. "Feel free to make these into a snack of some sort."

I blinked in confusion as I looked at the pomegranates.

"I suppose I should eat them soon." I murmured as I walk through the quiet town street. I pulled myself together, I didn't want the fruits to go to waste I thought to myself as I peered into the bag once again.

"Now, what should I....." In what felt like a second, I bumped into someone and fell, bracing myself for the ground when I felt someone grab onto me.

"Are you alright?!" I open my eyes to see an unfamiliar toon who seemed to have a knack of carrying many bags whilst holding on to me.

"... I'm alright." I slowly answered as she brought me back up on my feet, however in that moment, I realized I wasn't holding onto the bag and looked down to find the pomegranates on the ground with the plastic bag torn apart.

"Oh dear, can't say the same for the pomegranates though...."

"I'm so sorry Miss! I'm usually not this clumsy." She bowed in apology and I was about to wave it off but paused.

'Does she not recognize me....?'

"To make it up to you, I have a spare tote bag at the bakery up ahead, however that means you'll have to come with me."

'I should apologize as well....' I thought to myself, giggling, softly. 'I wasn't watching where I was going....'

"I am at fault here too you know, however I'll take your offer since I have no idea how else I'm carrying these home." I gave a practiced smile.

"Then, I'll put these in my bags for now."

"Allow me to give you a hand." I bent down to also help pick them up.

"Ah right, thank you err..."

I held my tongue for a second almost saying my previous name.

"...I go by Minnie."

When I got back home, I immediately placed the bag of pomegranates on the coffee table, and sat back on the sofa letting out an exhale as looked up at the ceiling.

"Perhaps, I would have been better off as an actress instead of a singer." I chuckled humorlessly.

"I'll be taking that as a challenge, Miss Minnie."

I pressed a hand against my lips.

'Why did that make me smile....'

"Has it been that long since I became a hermit...." I muttered.

The hot cocoa.

I remembered it being warm and comforting, so much so that I almost felt like I was about to cry. It felt like a soft shawl wrapping around my cold hands, shielding me from a chill I hadn't even realized I was carrying. A hint of cinnamon she says, was that all there was to it?

Somehow, I feel like it wasn't.

"You know, you're a strange one, dearest Baker."

"Oh, I believe some people have told me the same. Perhaps, that's part of my charm?"

"She was so bubbly," I murmured as I leaned back on the sofa. The memory lingered in my mind, the easy laughter, and the animated gestures. The quiet apartment felt empty and lacked in comparison.

Perhaps it was a persona, perhaps it was not but she reminded me of someone that I used to be.

And when we danced, it reminded me of the happy times with Mickey, how he used to pull me into the living room after he got home, wearing a tired but relieved smile after his long day and hummed together as we spun around in laughter. He would drop his jingling keys onto the counter without looking, mumbling a complaint about work, then reach for my hands while switching on the record player.

So why didn't the memory ache as it usually did?

...It was strange.

"...You have a lovely voice."

She commented as if she knew what she was talking about. Making small giggles as we swayed together with the music in the background, one hand on my waist whilst holding my own. I was reluctant having to dance with her since two of the same sex? Uncommon.

....But, I had fun.

"Oh dear, seems we have to put a pause on that, dear friend, or your meal is charcoal." You let go of her at the sound of a kitchen timer as you went back to work.

"A dear friend, hm....." I murmured under my breath as I looked at my hand, the words slipping out almost absentmindedly. At the corner of my eye, I saw her tote bag she gave to me for my spilt pomegranates.

A design that not many would touch.

Brightly covered cupcakes.

"I've always felt happy watching my customers have a better day after eating what I bake. It gives me a sense of purpose. So if I can make their day just a little better, I spend time putting together recipes to keep the smile on my customers' faces."

In a way, I was envious of her.

"....But what if those recipes end badly?"

"Then, I return to try again. I've ruined batches before, and been afraid my recipes would never work. But, I'd rather try than wait to be fearless..."

"...What a fool." I mumbled, unaware of the corners of my lips lifting against my will.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV. — FRIDAY MORNING, AT THE MARKETPLACE.

"What lovely weather we're having...." You murmured. You were shielding your eyes using a sunhat from the warm morning sun. You got up early in the morning, made breakfast, fed the birds, took a shower, did some chores, and placed a notice at your bakery door.

The only thing left to do in your to-do list was groceries.

'I needed to buy some veggies also for dinner anyways....' You thought.

Sunscreen? Check. Cute outfit? Check. Reusable shopping bag? Check.

The extra $25 Sonic gave you as a tip for a mentally damaging quiche that made you happy and will most likely will come by for again?

Check.

I took a deep inhale before opening my eyes to the bustling marketplace. The sharp aroma mix of fruits, fish, spices, and the sizzling sound of grilled meat just hits right on your nostrils. A few colorful canopies hang around and stretch overhead in the area with vendors calling out prices with practiced enthusiasm and people bumping shoulders in the narrow aisles as they try to bargain.

A small chirp came from your side, making your eyes glance at your shoulder with a tiny smile. Today, Lemon was your companion, sitting on your shoulder. He was eager to accompany you as he wouldn't stop squawking and flying around you as you reached for the door at your apartment.

And you wonder why they call you the crazy bird lady.

"I swear you little shits are getting too spoiled....." You murmured as you start walking around. "Unbelievable."

Lemon chirped again and it felt like he was being smug causing you to get a tiny bit irked.

'Be thankful you're not big enough to roast.' You thought but kept it to yourself. You're already known as the bird lady at the apartment complex and you don't need it spreading out more in the open if you keep one-sidedly arguing with a bird that can't even talk.

"Strawberries! Get your strawberries! 35¢ per pint! Fresh and delicious!"

You look to the source, finding a stall in one of the aisles with wooden baskets filled to the brim with strawberries as the fruit vendor names their prices.

"I recall using the last of them on Monday for strawberry shortcakes..." You murmured as you took a step towards the stall. "I should restock on some bananas, mangoes...."

You began your shopping spree, unaware that somewhere else, your customers from yesterday were reminiscing about your beloved pastries only to find out your shop is closed.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ SONIC'S POV.

"WHAT, THEY'RE CLOSED?!!"

You can practically hear the birds cawing and flapping their wings away from the trees just from Amy's shrilling shriek. Not that I didn't understand her agony. We sent Knuckles and Tails this morning over to CozyBean's bakery to grab some snacks or well, early breakfast only for them to come back empty-handed.

"That's a shame..." I scratched my head as I watched Amy crash onto the floor. I wanted to order a couple of more of her quiche for a snack but it seems that changes some things.

"Well, that's nothing out of the ordinary." Rouge the Bat, Amy's friend was at her side trying to comfort her who was murmuring something incoherently about her beloved macarons. She was here with us for a visit while sneaking in some info from their side. "During this time, the owner tends to come up with new recipes to swap in their menu every week or restock on ingredients. They're independent so they're usually open 4 days a week."

"But, how do you know so much about this.." Amy tearfully pried her face from the floor to look at her friend who seems to be sweating.

"Er, well! I overheard one of their customers while I was there." She replied and twisted the topic.

Yeah, something tells me that wasn't true.

"I wanted another order of her apple pie...." Tails muttered as his robot arm tapped on his tablet, head down low.

"Her grape sponge cake was good..." Knuckles murmured.

"You're not the only one bud." I placed a hand on Tails' head and looked at the team before grinning. "Seems there's a change in the menu for today guys. Guess I'm having a chilidog..."

"Look at him acting cool as if he doesn't crave one of our dearest Baker's creations...." I hear Amy muttering, gazing at the floor.

"Seems I know who's on today's written report duty." I casually responded with a threat.

"You, cruel dictator!" Amy cried out. "And that's supposed to be your job!"

₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV.

Achoo!

You sneezed, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe your nose. Lemon looks at you, head tilted as if wondering if you were okay. It's not as if it was cold or chilly out so you wonder if it was simply dust.

"I'm fine Lemon, perhaps it's just some dust." You waved it off, as you placed back your hanky in your bag. "Which reminds me that I should grab some birdseed for you menaces..."

Your yellow bird chirped and flapped his wings startling you as he flew, leading you to a stall filled with seeds.

'This is the greed they talk about in the Bible...' You sighed as the bird landed on the vendor's head causing the guy to look up in bewilderment.

"You must be the bird's companion!" The vendor let out a booming laugh. He was a crow toon who seems to be in his early 50s and wore a pair of glasses.

"More so the other way around." I shake my head with a smile as I watch Lemon flutter around him chirping. "Seems he likes you."

"Birds of the same feather, what can I say?" The vendor says gruffly, his laugh drowning out the marketplace chatter for a brief moment. "An energetic friend you got here, missy."

"Been on my tail about food so it's not really a surprise..." You shrugged. "He has a brother and sister as well, Guacamole and Mango."

"Is that so?" The big crow grins as he fixes his glasses. "Well, the name is Sammy Seedsworth, the best man to see about seeds! Usually, it's for plants but seeing as we have a special guest here, I would be delighted to help you little friend."

The yellow bird chirps as he then lands on the vendor's shoulder.

'Look at him, sucking up to a supplier...' You stared pointedly at him.

"His name is Lemon." You answered with a sigh before smiling. "Sorry about him landing on your head as if you're a tree branch."

"No problem over here. He's a dear customer like the rest of ya!" He then looked at the bird. "So, which would you like today, my friend?"

Lemon chirps flying around the stall before landing on a sack filled with seeds. Sammy lets out a loud caw "Some pumpkin, is it? Good choice, my fellow bird! What do you say, Missy?"

Sammy turns his head to you and you shrug, before deciding to pull out your wallet. "I'll take a small sack of those then, Sammy. However, mind adding in another but a mix of sunflower and millet? I think my other two birds are fond of those."

The vendor grins, placing a hand on his waist while Lemon finally lands on your shoulder, most likely aware that you were about to leave soon.

"Understood, missy!" Sammy threw back his head and laughed through the sounds of caws. "You're a good owner, I tell you! I just feel it in my belly!"

You grinned affected by his infectious laughter. "Well, they do make my day more exciting."

"That I hope they do!" The crow vendor brightly smiles. He then glances at Lemon.

"Keep an eye on your companion, fellow friend! Keep her on your claws." He winks. "Remember the hand who feeds you!"

Lemon flaps his wings while squawking as if he understood his words.

'What a suck up.....'

"And just for that, my little bird of the same feather, I'll give you a 10% discount!"

'Never mind. I'll let you go. Lemon, I love you so much...'

"I hope to see you and your fellow friend soon, little missy!" The seed vendor waves you off from his stall.

"You will!" You called back, waving as well as you strolled off then looked to the yellow bird on your shoulders. "You know, Lemon, what do you say to a little treat for you and your little Winglings?"

The said bird chirps in response.

You then went to another fruit stall. With stars in your eyes, you gazed in awe as you could tell that they were as fresh as they can be as you took up one apple to examine.

"Perhaps, I should make myself some apple crumble...." You murmured placing a hand under your chin. "The peaches, look at their shine! Oh and the oranges! They smell lovely, think of what I can do with those! A chiffon cake for the menu...."

"Take your pick, dear."

You flinched as you looked up to see a woman in orange pigtails staring right at you.

"Oh dear, apologies, Miss! I must be distracting your business!" You bowed in apology.

The woman giggles. "It's fine dear. In fact, I've never seen anyone get this excited for fruits. I think you're the first."

"O-Oh, is that so?" You smiled sheepishly.

"Indeed, pleasure is mine, Miss Clementine." She introduced herself with a twirl and a giggle. "Take your pick, dear, grab as many as you like."

"I would love to, Miss." You sighed as you think about your shopping bag. It was big and you have quite the strength, not to brag. But you knew you wanted to order them in bulk and you still had to take a bus back which means you don't know if you can handle the stares and glares from the other passengers with the pile of boxes.

"But, the problem is I would love a huge box to bring back and it would be quite difficult for me." You explained, shaking your head. "I'll have to come back next week for the rest."

"Oh, that's quite the conundrum you have, dear." Miss Clementine places a finger on her chin and hummed before beaming. "Hm, if that's the case, why don't we deliver it to you?"

"You can do that?" Your eyes widened as you stare at the vendor.

She nodded with a smile. "We can indeed! My brother makes delivery by truck once and a while for me and a couple of the vendors if you'd like. You just have to pay a small fee."

"I would love that!" You responded in excitement, just thinking of the many experiments you can do with those fruits.

She takes out a piece of paper and pen and hands it to you. "Just write down an address here and we'll deliver it later."

You wrote down the address to your bakery immediately before handing it back to her before pointing out the fruits, and order them in bulk before pulling out your wallet and setting down payment.

You might've gone over budget but it was all for a good cause.

"So when can I expect—"

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"

"Ah, shit."

In what felt like a second, you felt yourself spinning around like a toy top as a blur rushed past you, when you finally stopped, your eyes were spinning in opposite directions as your head was in a dizzy.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" Miss Clementine asked you worriedly.

You shake your head to get rid of the stars. "...I'm good, what about you, Lemon?"

"Lemon?" You look to your shoulder only to see it empty before your eyes zoom into a bright yellow object sticking on a guy's coat?

"LEMON!" You ran and chased after the bird.

"GET HIM!" A bunch of thug-looking guys then rushed past the stall.

Ms. Clementine pressed fingertips onto her lips as she watches these shenanigans all go down, as if it was just a normal day in the market.

"It'll be delivered by tomorrow if you want to know!" The fruit vendor calls out after you casually while you chase after Lemon to which you barely heard.

'Oh my Celestials, this guy is fast as fuck!' You thought as youbl dodge through crowds while holding bags and your hat.

"Hey, mind slowing down?! You got something of mine!"

You saw the toon look back before he turned his back in front of him and start to run faster.

"Stop!"

The guy takes a turn, running into an alleyway to which you followed unaware that a couple of guys that were chasing after him ran past you both.

As you walked through the narrow dark alleyway looking around trying to find the toon who took Lemon, intentionally or not, you were gonna sock him in the face when you first see him for taking your bird.

You were about to come out empty when you felt a hand pressed against your mouth startling you before pressing you against the wall with their body.

"Mmph!"

"Shush, if you don't wanna get caught with me." The voice quietly said above you.

"What does that—" You felt utterly horrified.

"What does that—" You felt utterly horrified until a finger was held in front of your mouth again.

"Shh!"

"Where'd he go?!" You heard voices and footsteps coming from afar during this silence. Most definitely coming from outside this alley.

"Find him!"

"Right, boss!"

Another set of footsteps were heard for a few minutes more before the sound of them slowly disappeared.

Once they are completely gone, the guy takes their finger off your lips as you finally get a look at the guy who took away your bird and immediately lift your leg to do a hard kick.

This only resulted in a whistle as the guy caught your kick.

"That's some move you got there..."

He wore a dark turtleneck and a brown coat paired with pants as if late morning sun wasn't torturing him at the slightest. You then blinked at the sight of his face made of porcelain and shape as a cup with a bent red straw sticking out of his head.

Which reminded you of a certain someone.

'He has quite the build...' You observed for a second before internally shaking your head. You shook your foot off his grasp. 'You're missing the plot here, girlie....'

'Something tells me I made a mistake.' Since he looks like he was built like a truck that will just run you over in a second and KO you. You immediately begin to sweat. 'If these are my survival instincts, remind me to never ever delude myself that I can join the ranks in the mafia....'

"Gotta say that's some fiery reflex you got over there toots!" The toon grins as he dusted himself down before shoving his hands into his pocket.

"Now, does that mean you're part of that stall?" He took a step closer, his grin getting darker as you mentally felt yourself shaking. "Whatever your answer is will say if you can leave here alive."

"..." You took a deep breath.

"Bitch, what."

You can hear crickets for what felt like a few minutes as those words slip out. And you felt like you just messed up and wanted to grab those words and shove them back into your throat.

"Huh?" The guy blinks.

There's no going back.

"I have no idea who you're talking about." You stepped forward and pointed a finger into his chest, glaring at him. "I went through that chase to get back Lemon, my yellow pet bird who got stuck to you during whatever you were doing!"

"I have no idea who you're talking about." You stepped forward and pointed a finger into his chest, glaring at him. "I went through that chase to get back Lemon, my yellow pet bird who got stuck to you during whatever you were doing! Why would I care about some thugs hanging around you? I just want my bird back."

"Lemon!" You instantly raised your hands to grab him only for him to raise him higher out of your reach.

"Ah, ah, ah." He smirked as he firmly held the yellow bird. "How can I be sure ya won't tell anybody what happened around here?"

'What do you mean? I remember nothing. I can enact amnesia if you'd like. Saw nothing. Hear nothing, nada.'

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You put on a poker face. "It's not like anyone will ever believe me."

"Right, but as much as I am a gambler, I ain't willing to risk that. Too much of a gap in-between." He replied casually. "Someone dear to me, would punch me in the face if I leave something behind."

You felt a chill ran up your spine.

"What do you say to a little bet?" You saw that gleam in his eyes making you sweat a little. "Either way, if it helps ya feel any better, you'd still leave this alley alive."

"What's the catch?"

"If you win, you're good to go and I'll trust your words you won't tell a soul."

"And if I lose, the little birdie over gets to my little hostage." He grins, wiggling poor Lemon, who was cawing with rebellion. "Unless, you both wanna be together forever."

'No fucking way, no one is killing the bird unless it's me on a fucking island playing naked and afraid and I have to resort to a small roasted bird to munch on.'

"What's your game?" You question.

He snaps his finger. "Glad ya came to, toots. Saw you buy a buncha cherries a while ago. And, I was sent here to buy some to make our drinks you see. So, I bet I can guess where they are between those veggies and fruits in that big bag of yours."

You sweated. 'But, how much did he watch...'

"I can see those thoughts of yers just tinkering." He remarks, raising a brow. "Wanna take that chance?"

"..." You exhaled and held out your hand. "It's a deal."

Instead of shaking on it however, he took your hand and placed a kiss on it as if it were a casual greeting making your eyes widened and almost felt an eye twitch with disgust.

"You'll need all the luck you can get, toots."

As he lets go of you, you wore a straight face as you rummage through your grocery bag and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and sprayed the back of your hand.

"Really treating me like a germ huh, toots?"

"I suggest we get on with the game." You said as a response, acting calm before putting down your grocery tote. "That is if you don't want to be found."

"Hmm..." He shrugged, before examining the four large bags inside. "If ya say so."

"I'll pick that one." He pointed to one bag filled with vegetables. "If it were a normal day, those should be in between those bags of fruits of yours, except you stopped at the stall selling cherries after buying vegetables. Not ta mention..."

"Birdie of yours has been staring at that bag in particular." He finishes, he looks at the bird sitting on his palm, who seems to be sweating at the said brown package.

"Lemon, you birdbrain...." You muttered under your breath as you bent down to pull open the bag to show him.

"Well, toots, seems like ya los—"

"You're wrong." You interrupted, as your expression slowly shifted into a practiced smile.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard, grin sliding off his face.

"That would have been correct..." You explained as you opened the bag to show him, which were only filled with carrots, potatoes, and cabbages.

"Except, they're in his stomach."

"...What." The porcelain toon deadpanned.

You showed the bottom of the bag where a small tear was, the size of a small ball to fit in.

"Figured he'd get to them by now, so decided to take the chance." You sighed in relief or was it frustration.

It was both.

And now you need to buy more again.

"Wait, but how..." He trails off as you put it back in the grocery bag as Lemon flies from him and lands back on your shoulder.

Cue him proudly spitting out a cherry pit.

"No clue either." You shrugged as you walked past him. "It's one of the Three Great Mysteries between my birds."

"You lose, Red." You tapped his porcelain face as a gesture of victory as he was still gobsmacked from the whole thing before leaving the alleyway.

A small gust of wind swept the alleyway as the porcelain toon stood there absolutely speechless before murmuring.

"...Vanilla and cinnamon?"

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'Inviting someone to the bakery when it isn't even open yet feels weird.' You thought as your eyes slid to the side to check on Minnie who was seated at the farthest booth away from the window whilst you search for your spare totebag. 'The air feels too awkward, and I still want to offer her a meal as an apology.....'

'What do I even prepare for her?'

Oh, you found the bag.

And of course it was covered in brightly colored cupcakes.

At that point, both kitchen timers began beeping as you head to take them out and place them down swiftly to cool before putting in the next batch before clapping your hands and placing in the pomegranates in the tote.

"You're lucky, you're the first customer I ever brought this early." You put on a smile as you brought over the bag of pomegranates. Minnie blinks and looks up to see you holding it and placing it on the table. "Sorry, this was all that I got, is that alright?"

"....It's fine." She nods her head, smiling softly.

"Just to make sure, you're not allergic to anything are you?" You asked, scratching your cheek sheepishly. "I would hate for your pretty face to have an even worse day. “Wouldn’t want a face as pretty as yours dealing with more trouble."

"Oh, you flatter me." She chuckled and fiddles with her hands. "Not that I can think of, however, perhaps, I'll get back to you after the meal."

You laughed and went behind the counter and took out a jar of cocoa powder, cinnamon, and whipped cream whilst also getting some milk in the mini fridge. "Better not jinx it in front of the baker."

With your back turned to her, you mixed in cocoa powder with some hot water before watching as the milk froth as you held it under the steam wand. You turn to take a glance at Minnie whose gaze seem to pointing at something. You followed her eyes and caught them looking at the record player.

"Seems you have quite the eye for music." You commented, smiling wistfully to yourself as you make conversation. "It was a gift from my late uncle. After he passed, my auntie handed that and his vinyls, told me that he was passing it down to me."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Minnie said quietly, who seem afraid that she approached a touchy subject.

"Don't be. He passed away peacefully and he has given my auntie plenty of happy memories to remember just as she said." You turned and gave a close-eyed smile before it shifted to a nostalgic expression.

"My auntie was quite the firecracker. My uncle was the only one who can weather her storm." You laughed as you began to remember. "She was a baker, much like myself. She taught me the basics in baking, however, it appears I didn't get her side of coming up with the horrendous concoctions. Ever heard of raspberry jam and sardines packed into a slice of bread?"

Even Minnie's face barely kept from scrunching up.

You break out into giggles as you poured in the milk before mixing it. "Neither did I until she made me try it. My uncle was the only survivor from those baking adventures."

"They seem to be quite the odd couple." Minnie blinks as she listened.

"I like to think that goes for every pair, don't you think, Ms. Minnie ? Part of the charm." You grinned, eyes glinting with a amusement.

"Every couple of days with our baking lessons, however, I stumble upon them dancing in the living room at night. Their music was enough for me to look and wonder what's going on." You hummed. "They were playing some music and humming along as they danced. She was laughing and having fun, and I didn't want to disturb that."

You continued as you put back the things. "After he died, she mourned for him for a couple of months but managed to pick herself back up and continued to teach me to bake. She wanted to do everything she can so that later on she'd be happy to meet him later and tell him stories."

"As she always say, "'A baker's hands should always be dusted in flour to tell a story.'"

"She seems to be a wonderful woman." Minnie smiles, resting a chin on her hand, eyes soft from listening.

Yet, why did she still seem sad?

"That she is." You finished, taking note of it as you walked over to her and placed down her drink. "Since it's a bit chilly, have some cocoa. Funny to say, aunt's recipe."

As she took a sip of her drink, you were unaware of her face slipping into one of ponder as you crouch down and opened the drawer right below the record player.

"May I ask you something....?"

"Hm, go on...." You responded as you flipped through some vinyls unaware of her gaze looking towards you.

"Do you love baking?"

You paused, silent for a few seconds before turning to look at her.

Did you?

WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?

You mentally shake your head, pushing back your thoughts into the back of your mind as you prepared to answer.

"Of course I do." You answered seriously with a tilt of your head, remembering all that you've been through as your lips curled up into a huge grin. "It's been with for as long as I can remember."

"Also, I've always felt happy watching my customers have a better day after eating what I bake. It gives me a sense of purpose."

"So if I can make their day just a little better, I spend time putting together recipes to keep the smile on my customers' faces."

"....But what if those recipes end badly?" Minnie looked down at her lap.

"Then, I return to try again." You answered instantly and shrugged. "I've ruined batches before, and been afraid my recipes would never work. But, I'd rather try then wait to be fearless."

You then stood up, dusting yourself as you held up a vinyl and placed it in. The record player crackled to life as the needle kissed the vinyl, filling the air with soft music.

♬⋆.˚ Fools rush in where angels fear to tread

You then held a hand out, face beaming whilst watching Minnie's expression shifted into confusion at the sudden request.

"What about it? Call it a memory to add to look back and remember?"

"...But, aren't we both girls?" Minnie questions reluctantly.

"Pish posh, to those old gender stereotypes." You waved it off. "If you still question it, then call it a dance of a newly made friendship."

"Oh, and we're friends now?"

'Ah shit, maybe I went too far and just pushing my luck.' You sweated buckets internally at your boldness as you watch her gaze at your hand. 'Maybe this was a bad idea after all....'

"Well Ms. Minnie, if you'd like to be." You answered. "I like to leave a good impression if I can for my customers."

"However, if you're uncomfortable..."

"Hm, you'll have to stop calling me Miss first, if we must continue this friendship..." She hums and places her hand on yours and stood up with her lips curled. "I suppose, why not...?"

♬⋆.˚ And so I come to you, my love, my heart above my head

Though I see the danger there,

If there's a chance for me, then I don't care

Your ears perked up at the sound of Minnie singing though it was barely a whisper, as you slow dance together and you twirled her around.

"Platonically", guys.

"You have a lovely voice." You commented as you swayed with the music.

"...Why, thank you." She pauses before mentioning the drink with a smile. "Your aunt makes good cocoa."

"The hint of cinnamon does the trick." You playfully glared. "And how rude, and I went all through all that just to apologize."

She giggles softly.

♬⋆.˚ Fools rush in

Where wise men never go

But wise men never fall in love

So how are they to know

You open your mouth to speak when all of a sudden a beeping noise echoes from the kitchen causing your atmosphere to fall and hands to break off.

"Oh dear, seems we have to put a pause on that, dear friend, or your meal is charcoal." You smiled in apology and go straight to the kitchen, speed walking. "That would hurt my pride as a baker."

As you leave, you were oblivious to Minnie's dilemma as she stared and flexed her hand as you walk away.

♬⋆.˚ When we met

I felt my life begin

So open up your heart and let

This fool rush in

When you appeared again outside the kitchen, you were holding up a tray with Minnie back in her seat. The record player turns silent shifting the warm atmosphere. Despite that, the air seems friendlier than a while ago when you first came in.

"Here you are, a CozyBean croissant with a dollop of cream on top and powdered, for extra sweetness." You presented it with a flourish as Minnie clapped, clearly playing along with your act.

"It looks decent."

"Decent?" You gasped dramatically and pulled a handkerchief from the front pocket of your apron to wipe the non-existent tear from your eye for an added effect. "My dear customer, I don't know if my heart can take more of this slander!"

"Forgive me, dear Baker." Minnie laughs before she takes a bite of her croissant, humming in delight at the warmth and freshness of the pastry.

"...Well, how does it taste?"

'If you say it's terrible, then this apology has been the worst. If it doesn't taste like my blood, sweat, and tears, figuratively speaking, then I have failed and I'll have to call my aunt and ask her to be the one to deal with ashes and urn jar because she has a better sense of taste than I do, especially in baking—'

"Warm..." She answered as the corners of lips lifted slightly with fondness.

"Then, I'll take it that I succeeded?" You grinned.

She hummed and continued to chew.

Oh yeah.

As soon as Minnie left, you were washing dishes in thought as you recalled her words as she walked away.

"You know, you're a strange one, dearest Baker." Minnie turns to look at you one last before she leaves.

"Oh, I believe some people have told me the same." You tilted your head at her comment before sheepishly grinning. "Perhaps, that's part of my charm?"

She hum and takes out a pomegranate to hand it to you. "Keep one, as my apology on my part. And as for that answer, perhaps it is, you seem like the type of toon who's unaware of the control she has."

"What do you mean?" You blink, confused by her words.

However, all she did was smile and walk away, her voice drifting away as her figure grew smaller.

"Hope to see you again soon."

"I would also say she's strange but as I say it I feel like I'm the clown." You mumbled as you scrubbed the plates. You felt your senses slightly dulled remembering you almost breaking your persona when she asked you if you loved baking.

WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?

'I had to remember useless things...' You click your tongue.

Your senses picked as you glance at the side to see a shadowy figure by the door and went to open to see a familiar blue mug.

"Oh, Mr. Mugman! Aren't you early once again?" You laughed at a sight of a familiar face, thankful for his presence, helping you forget your dilemma.

"Your bakery does live up to its name. A great place to relax with some coffee." He chuckled as I gave way for him to step in.

"That's a lovely thing to hear coming from a dear customer!" She beamed and winked. "Such flattery, your girl must be quite lucky."

Ok, maybe that's just overdoing it.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV — THURSDAY NIGHT PRESENT DAY

Perhaps, you were too overbearing that day, now that you look at it even though, he didn't seem to mind or noticed, whichever one of the two. You rambled your ass out when you noticed he was carrying one of your favorite novels, Pride and Prejudice that his coffee cooled down and he wasn't able to savor much of his down time.

Perhaps that was the reason he didn't come in today.

You still feel sorry for your actions that time, though was thankful at the same time for the distraction. Even wrote him a note if you both can share some book recommendations.

"But that confession scene though...." you muttered giddily to yourself as you squeezed your rag, removing excess water while fangirling before wiping down the tables. It was 8:45pm, which means it was almost time to clock out.

"Is this the place....?" You overheard the murmurs before the shop bell chime, making you look over. Your face appeared wide-eyed for a short moment at the small group of people who came in.

And from the sounds and looks of it, they seem like important figures.

"Sonic, we don't have time for this! I still have to get back to the team!" A black hedgehog toon was gritting his teeth as he was dragged into the bakery by the neck by a blue hedgehog who you assume was Sonic.

'Oh, I think I know who these people are...' You began to sweat when you overheard the name.

"Lighten up, buddy! I'm the one treating us all! Nothing wrong taking a break before our night patrol." 'Sonic', the blue hedgehog chuckles while he walks around the shop.

"Woah, this would be a nice place to chill!"

"I overheard from Rouge that they serve the best cakes here. Even the air smells delectable." A pink hedgehog pops up, carrying a comically large hammer. "I've wanted to try their macarons for a while now."

"Given the distance while we were on a case earlier, it was a good 5 minutes away, which isn't too bad compared to the times you craved sushi or lobster." An orange two-tailed fox then entered the shop, who was holding a tablet and had a robot arm popping from his bag.

"Hey, leave me be!" The pink hedgehog puff her cheeks. "Can't a girl just crave sushi once in a while?"

"Those 'once in a whiles' made us get a write-up and miss significant seminars."

"Well, the quicker we order, the faster we could start patrol." A red echidna chimes in, wearing a stern look, stretching a bit. "My back's been killing me...."

"Ooh, do you wanna come with me and Rouge, at our next day off then, Knuckles?" The pink hedgehog glances at the red echidna who yoi assume was Knuckles.

From their badges, you could tell immediately who they were.

Toontown's defense department.

And you know for a fact, that Sonic was head of the team according to your auntie, who told you about the town before you moved. You remember her talking about someone by the name of Sonic who runs the Department of Defense and was one of the Stars.

Who are the rest?

Can't say you listened completely, cause you remember drifting to sleep 3 minutes later during that lecture.

'One of the Stars is here....'

'Dammit.' You felt yourself shed a tear in the inside, as you paused from wiping the tables. 'Am I even fit to serve them? My cheeks have been hurting from smiling all day.'

'We ball...'

You cleared your throat causing them to turn around to look at you. For a second, you almost flinched as you switch to your work persona.

"Welcome to CozyBean Bakery!" You grinned, sweating internally. "You folks managed to catch me right before the shop closes."

"I don't see anyone else here. Do you run this establishment by yourself?" The fox raises his brows in surprise.

"That I do." You chirped as you proceeded to step behind the counter before tightening the ties of your apron. "You defense team all seem to had quite the hectic day."

"Oh, are you another fan?" Sonic lets go of the black hedgehog who clicked his tongue right after he mentioned that.

Must've had a bad experience.

Poor guy.

'Fuck no, in fact I'm scared of you lot....'

"More so respect your team for your hardwork." You laughed. "Thank you for your services to this town."

"This is the first time I've ever heard a toon say it to our faces. Oh my Celestials, I love her already." The pink hedgehog grabbed her cheeks before taking hold of your hands, smiling. "You look like you could be a girl's girl."

'NOPE, NOPE, NOPE, NOPE, FUCKING NO. STAY AWAY. I NEED TO DISTANCE MYSELF....'

"....Err, in what way?" You questioned with a sweatdrop, tilting your head with a shut-eyed smile.

She squealed, taking hold of your cheeks. "You are just so adorable. I wanna keep you in my pocket."

'...Said the wrong thing, huh...'

"Settle down, Amy." Knuckles, the red echidna gripped the pink hairs' shoulder. "You're scaring the poor girl."

"It's alright. I welcome even the most eccentric customers." You gently pried yourself out of her hands, shaking your head with a smile. "I like to think that's ToonTowns normal."

Amy squealed again.

"Maybe, you should up those standards...." The fox murmured as he looks at his tablet causing Amy to point a glare at him.

"Shut up, Tails!"

Oh, his name is Tails, how ironic.

You chuckled before clearing your throat once again holding up a notepad and pen to list their orders. "So what would you all like to order?"

"5 of your macarons please and cup of CozyBean's cinnamon cocoa!" Amy raises a hand.

"A slice of your apple pie, please, and a glass of lemonade." Tails replied as he took a step away from Amy's bright energy.

"Frozen green grape sponge cake." Knuckles says quietly.

"Alright Mr. Knuckles for the grape sponge cake." You wrote them down.

"How did you know my name?"

"What do you think? She's been listening to us earlier." Tails remarks.

You blinked at their banter and let out a small giggle.

"Mr. Knuckles." You pointed to the red echidna. Then turn to the pink hedgehog who giggles. "Ms. Amy."

"Even just from appearance, I believe you're Mr. Tails." You nodded to the orange fox who nodded right back to you.

"I don't believe he mentioned his name." You look towards the dark hedgehog, who was folding his arms and grunted.

"Shadow."

"Mr. Shadow." You hummed and finally found yourself gazing at the blue hedgehog.

"What about me, sweetheart?" The blue hedgehog pointed to himself while wearing a grin.

"And who could possibly forget the leader of the defense team, Mr. Sonic himself." You smiled politely.

"Flattered." He laughed and gave a thumbs up. "You seem to know a lot about us."

"Overheard your names." You shrugged. "And I would prefer well-informed before I moved here."

"I love her...." Amy quietly squeals again.

"Amy...." Knuckles sighed.

"Now will you both be ordering anything?" You tapped you pen against your notepad.

"Shadow will be having one of your raspberry tarts." Sonic pointed to Shadow. "Add in a glass of water for me please."

You paused from writing and looked up. "Will you not be ordering something to eat, Mr. Sonic?"

He shakes his head with a smile. "Nah, not a big fan of sweets. Might make me stay up later than usual anyway."

"Is that so?" You hummed in thought and clicked your pen. "Alright, then...."

You repeated their orders, checking for confirmation and in response was met by nods and a grunt coming from Shadow before Sonic steps in to place to pay.

While you were plating, the group settled down by a booth and made some small conversations, some of the things relating to the place as you unconsciously listened in.

"Woah, they even have a record player." Amy pointed out to which Sonic also whistled. "That's so cool..."

"How retro..." Tails quietly commented but smiled as it wasn't a bad thing.

"You folks are welcome to play, if you like!" You called out from behind the counter. "The vinyls are in the drawer below!"

"Neat." Sonic grinned and got up, walking towards said record player and fiddled with some vinyls before whistling once again. "You got some great stuff."

"Most of it were from my uncle despite my old soul." You remarked, smiling. "Can't take all the credit."

Sonic smirks and stood up and places in the vinyl and needle. The record player hums and crackles before a soft melody drifts in the air creating a cozy and relaxing atmosphere.

♬⋆.˚ If I go a million miles away

I'd write a letter each and every day

Amy closes her eyes as she settles and softly sways with the tunes. Never has she ever been to a bakery this late at night and felt so peaceful. It fel so worth it.

♬⋆.˚ Make me weep and you can make me cry

See me coming and you can pass me by

But honey, nothing, nothing

Can ever change this love I have for you

Sonic smiles, his laidback persona at peace as he sat back with the group, clearly happy at the music he chose.

The rest of the team seemed to be at the same state as you walked up towards them holding up two trays with the careful experience you've gain throughout the years. Even Shadow seemed at ease as his eyes were also closed and shoulders loosened.

"Your orders everyone." You answered with practice, as you placed each one in front of them carefully and correctly with the proper utensils. The cozy atmosphere around them seem to have broke as they gazed in awe at their food.

"Oh my Celestials, they all look amazing...." The pink hedgehog whispers, silently drooling at the macarons.

"Indeed..." Tails says quietly.

Even Knuckles and Shadow seem stunned.

As you walked back to the counter, you didn't realize Sonic's eyes following you silently in slight confusion.

Amy notices as she's chewing and looks down to see what look like a slice of pie in front of her leader.

"Oh, I thought you didn't order anything."

"I didn't...." He raised a brow and stood up. He carries his plate with him back to the counter making you look up to see him scratching his neck. "Hey, I'm all about gifts and freebies, but if you can package this pie right up....."

"It's a quiche."

"Uh, what...." He raised a brow in amusement.

You shrugged, placing down your rag. "It's a chicken quiche. I didn't want you to feel left out of your bunch. Don't worry, it's not sweet. It's a recipe I thought of adding with the bakery for a while. So I thought of you test trying it for me if it's good enough."

"But, the payment...."

"On the house since it's technically not on the menu, I'm sure you were wondering why I was a while longer." You grinned. "You deserve a treat anyway, don't you think?"

The blue hedgehog blinks momentarily stunned before shifting in a few seconds.

"Ain't you just using me then?" Sonic smirks.

'Well, now that you say it like that, it sounds bad.'

"If you end up in the hospital, it's on me Mr. Sonic." You raised your hands before opening your eyes to look at him. "But for some reason, I highly doubt that."

The blue hedgehog toon hums and grins. "If you say so, you'll be paying for my mental damage as well with the help of the Department of Justice when that happens."

"When? Is that a threat Mr. Sonic?" You narrowed your eyes playfully.

'Please don't, I've spent enough money on birdseed.'

He chuckles as he steps away. "Take it as you will."

₊˚⊹ ᰔ SONIC'S POV.

As I sat back down, I instantly noticed my teammates eyes on me. Must've been wondering what we were talking about. I could see Amy smiling, clearly up to mischief as I took up my fork.

"I thought you didn't like sweets, boss." She mocked me. "Don't tell me you got sweet-talked by our angelic baker?"

"Cut it out, Ames." Knuckles mutters.

Tails looked up, listening in.

"Not whatever you're cooking up Ames. Apparently, she wanted me test try her recipe. Said it wasn't a sweet." I answered truthfully, leaving the rest out. "Not a pie, it's a quiche."

"I wanna try." Amy steals Tails' fork causing him let out a "hey!".

"Nuh-uh." I playfully hold it away. "Who was just badmouthing me earlier? She asked me to taste test. If you have a problem, take it up with our dear Baker."

Amy pouts and goes back to eating her macaron sulkily. "Mean leader."

"Heard that."

"You were supposed to!"

I sighed, smiling at my crew before slicing a piece and taking a bite. As soon as I chew, the creamy filling practically melted in my tongue, warm and savory. I could taste the smoky chicken and the lingering aftertaste of cheese. The added crust added this crispiness with the rich flavor.

Heck, it might be the same level as a chili dog.

Shadow must've noticed my state of bliss as he his brow rose in question, making a glance at me. "What's going on with you now?"

"I'm in heaven." I swallowed and muttered as I cut up another piece.

"Idiot." Shadow shakes his head as he continues eating his raspberry tart, however, I paid no mind.

I was convinced this wasn't food anymore. It was practically a spiritual experience.

I turn to catch a glimpse of her who seemed to catch on as one of her eyebrows rose. I gave her a thumbs up in approval and a nod.

Her eyes lit up as she gave this huge beam, giving me an ok sign.

'Cute...'

"Sonic, we have to leave soon or we'll get written up again."

'Leave me be and let me ascend.'

I was barely paying attention as I was still chewing.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV.

You were supposed to distance yourself from these people, how the hell did this happen?

"If you ever want to hang out with me and Rouge for a girl's out." Amy winks at you as she places a napkin on your hand while Sonic was talking to the others.

Who even was Rouge...?

"Oh well...." You trailed off, but the pink hair was already out the door.

"Don't mind Amy, that's just how she is." Knuckles shrugs, as he also walks through the door. "The grape cake was great by the way."

"Thanks..." You sweatdrop while wearing a smile.

"You have to tell me the ratios for each ingredient you used for the apple pie." Tails questions, looking up at you with such a serious look that you don't know if you wanted to joke or not.

"I'm glad you enjoyed...." You said gratefully.

"Will come by again soon." Tails muttered as he walks off.

Shadow nods to you as he steps out as well.

'I suppose that's his way of approval....?'

"Don't mind him, he's probably just grumpy that I took my sweet time with my quiche." Sonic snickered as you swiveled your head to look at him. "Was delicious by the way."

"Good enough to be on the menu?"

"Absolutely. You got an approval from this Star." Sonic winks.

"Good to hear." You sighed internally in relief.

Sonic was silent for a few moments before he spoke once again. "...Say, is there another reason you served that to me than just a simply added on menu?"

Looks like he caught on. Seems there's no hiding from a Star especially one who deals with crimes for a living.

"What you thought I fell for your charm?" You almost snorted.

"Well, if that's the case..." He plays along, a grin spreading lazily on his face.

You shake your head, silent for a few seconds before answering in a serious but casual manner.

"It's a baker's responsibility to observe a customer's preferred taste and serve them to the best of my abilities, a chance to brighten their day. People have their preferences and my bakery is mostly sweets, so I thought, why not add something savory so others can enjoy?"

"..." Sonic was silent, clearly listening to your words. "You make it sound less like baking and more like taking care of people."

"Isn't that the way of the food industry? What good is food if not to enjoy their flavors fully?" You shrugged before taking a side glance at him. "Besides, you would know a lot about taking care of people, wouldn't you?"

"...Touché." The hedgehog admits as he watches his teammates banter outside, eyes softening in fondness. "That I do."

He shakes his head, taking a step towards the door and placing a hand on its door handle. Before he pushes it open, he turns to look at you one last time.

“Kinda explains why everything here tastes comforting.” He remarks and smiles.

A genuine one.

"By the way, left a tip in the jar if you haven't noticed." He winks and you were to check when you heard his team call for him.

"Sonic, come on! We better start patrol!"

"See ya." He salutes before he runs out, joining back to his group, leaving behind a small gust of wind.

You blinked as you felt your hair gently sway back from his running start. You felt your knees slightly wobble and almost felt like throwing up as you grip the counter to hold yourself up pitifully.

"Oh my Celestials, what have I done...."

There's no telling you'll meet them again soon.

"I was supposed to stay away from the Stars!" You cried comically as you felt yourself internally turn into a pile of shit from nerves.

"And I still have to go grocery tomorrow..."

You then take a look at the tip jar and gently picked it up, taking the cash inside and a note?

"Can't wait to try the quiche again."

You felt yourself mentally die inside before glancing at the cash at hand.

"Well, at least I got $25 bucks...."

'I'll consider it payment for mental damages, Mr. Sonic....'

You then went to turn the shop lights off, mentally preparing yourself for grocery tomorrow because you know that you'll be out of commission after heavy lifting flour and sugar the day after that.

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I sighed in disbelief at the sight of my younger sisters and brothers practically ravaging through the bags of treats as if they were animals. It's like they haven't eaten in days I swear. As I watched the crumbs pile on the floor, I felt an eye twitch when I placed a hand on my head in exhaustion just thinking of the crumbs I had to clean up.

'And I was planning to return the bags at a later date....' I sighed once again with my mind a few seconds later drifting back to the bird lady...err...the toon I met earlier. 'What should I do...?'

My ear perked up when I heard the sound of the front door opening and swiveled to see Osmin, standing there, looking worse for wear.

"You're back...." I muttered quietly, trying not to disturb the kid's atmosphere. "Long day?"

"Same as usual over here." He answered tiredly, taking a glance at me. "How's dad?"

I sighed as I remembered passing by his room, and taking a peek in when I got home from work. It hurts seeing him like that since....

"Hasn't been out all day, and he's left the television on in his room again." I shook my head. "I swear...."

"Leave him be...." He remarked indifferently as he went and stood by me, watching the kids dig in and stuff their faces. "You're stressed enough as it is."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself when the sharp scent of smoke and ash stung my nose causing my eyelids to open and take a glance at him.

'He's been smoking again...' I thought wearily before I turned my attention to my younger siblings. 'As much as I'm grateful he doesn't do it in front of the others, I'm afraid they might be influenced and he's too young for this...'

"What's with all this...? Osmin questioned the bags of pastries on the table as he took careful steps around the other kids to look. "Did I miss some sort of occasion?"

"No, some toon from the apartment complex next door delivered these herself." I answered with a small chuckle, watching him shuffle around.

"Is this some new bribe to shut us out and complain about noise pollution?" He raised a brow, filled with skeptism.

I gave a small shake of my head in response thinking back to the toon I met earlier .

"Strangely enough, no...." I answered. "She's an independent bakery owner, and she apparently had a lot of pastries to spare and didn't want them thrown away."

"And she didn't think about handing them around her building?" He glanced back to me.

"It was Ms. Bird Lady!"

"Olly!" I shot a frown at the boy who came running up to Osmin.

"...Ms. Bird Lady?" He questioned.

"A friend of mine lives there and he told me at the park last week when we were playing that he heard his mom talking to someone about a lady next door who talks to birds outside each morning." Olly babbled. "I stayed up one night because I wanted to see and I saw her feeding some birds early in the morning. She was really pretty!"

"Well, no wonder you were tired that morning, you were face down in your cereal, and I had to wash your school shirt thrice that day." I exclaimed.

"No hard feelings over here, it's nice to know someone notices my excellent services to the birds!"

'I can clearly see her just deflating like a balloon from that nickname....' She thought, her lips curling up, an expression that went unnoticed. 'Could be the reason she didn't wanna go around greeting her apartment neighbors.'

'I found it quite adorable....'

"Woah, these are not bad." My eyes refocused as I looked up to see Osmin chewing on a brownie, he looked like he was in bliss until one of the other ozlings came up to him pulling the hem of his shirt.

"Osmin! I wanted that brownie!"

"Too slow." He patted the kid's head as he continued chewing, as he went to stand by me again. "I just came home, don't you think I deserve a sweet treat too?"

I then felt a nudge to the rib and shot a gaze at him only to look down at his hand holding out a brownie.

"You haven't got a bite, right?" He remarked. "And you were the one who got these. Everyone deserves a sweet treat now and then right?"

"Right..." I mumbled as I took the brownie.

My thoughts then drifted to the time when the toon ran off with a wave and grin. I remember my eyes catching sight of a neon yellow cupcake-shaped note sticking to one of the boxes filled with brownies and peeling it off to read the handwriting.

"Comfort can come in these little squares <3"

'What an odd lady....' I thought to myself as I looked up again as if she was still there.

"...These would be good with some ice cream."

I broke out of a daze when I heard Osmin say that as he was licking his lips to get rid of the crumbs. I took one last glimpse at him before looking down at my brownie and taking a bite.

'Woah, these are good....'

"Ooh, I would recommend the chocolate brownies with some ice cream and a drizzle of caramel, it is absolutely heavenly. Oh, and the chocolate chips as well are lovely, and the sugar cookies—"

"...And a drizzle of caramel." I said quietly unaware of a smile slipping onto my face.

"Huh?" Osmin looked at me, his eyes slightly widening.

"Just thinking that these brownies would go well with some ice cream." I commented, taking another bite. "Probably should stop by the grocery store sometime when we get the chance."

"Good idea...." He shakes his head as we watch the kids fight over the remaining sweets.

"Everyone deserves a little treat."

⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV.

This is not how you wanted your mornings to go.

It was 5am in the morning when you got up to refill their birdseed. While you were yawning and heading to the kitchen, you stub your toe on the legs of your coffee table, knocking down a vase of your favorite peonies, sending them crashing onto the floor and giving you something to clean up. This causes you to waste time, rush in the shower, and blow dry your hair.

And when you tried to make yourself some coffee, your espresso machine decided to give up on life.

"Of course, you decided to choose Wednesday, the busiest day of the week to break." You groaned and went to the fridge to get apple juice.

How sad.

No offense to those who love apple juice.

You leaned against the kitchen counter drinking apple juice while glaring at the coffee machine and muttered. "You have been my partner, since the very beginning, you don't get to decide when to give up while I'm still alive and breathing. If I can't be released from these mortal chains then neither can you."

You then hear a quiet peep from your island counter and shift your face to see Mango who seemed to be mocking you.

"You are just lucky, you are not an actual fruit and just turn you into a mango smoothie." You narrowed your eyes at her. "You do realize who's the one feeding you every morning?"

Mango was quiet after that.

Furthermore, when you were finally able to park your car, you bumped into a toon while you were carrying bags of your last night prep.

How delightful.

With a swift movement and years of experience, the bags from your right were quickly moved to your left hand as you caught the toon by the waist just in time. Except, now you felt like you were caught in an intimate act.

Cliche, am I right?

Especially, since you were in the middle of the sidewalk.

'Lovely...' You felt yourself mentally shed a tear in embarrassment. 'Someone just lay me down to rest....'

At least there weren't a lot of toons out and around yet, since it was still past 5 in the morning. You straightened yourself along with the toon and dusted yourself down and cleared your throat.

"Are you alright?" You finally took a glimpse at the toon you bumped into, blinking at the sight of an elegantly dressed female mouse who wore polka dots and a sunhat .

'She's gorgeous....'

"I'm alright..." The mouse looks down to see the bag she was carrying on the ground which was now in tears . "Oh dear, can't say the same for the pomegranates though...."

You looked down at the said bag and felt an itch coming.

Of course it was a plastic bag.

"I'm so sorry Miss! I'm usually not this clumsy." You bowed hurriedly and fumbled with one of your bags. "To make it up to you, I have a spare tote bag at the bakery up ahead, however that means you'll have to come with me."

'Oh, you absolute piece of fucking garbage, why would she come with you? You literally worded that as if you were trying to kidnap her? I'm desperate but not that desperate to make money—'

The female mouse stared at you for a few seconds before she let out a small giggle before she held a gloved hand to her lips . "I am at fault here too you know, however I'll take your offer since I have no idea how else I'm carrying these home."

'Phew.' You let out a breath of relief in your head before you bent down to pick the fruits up.

"Then, I'll put these in my bags for now."

"Allow me to give you a hand." She smiled.

"Ah right, thank you err..."

"I go by Minnie."

⊹ ᰔ MINNIE'S POV.

'Does she not recognize me....?'

When I stepped into her bakery, I could see how much work and love she put into her business. There was a sense of warmth and peace in the air. There was also a faint smell of butter and sugar that felt so inviting as if I was snuggling in a blanket as I observed the place.

"Congratulations." My eyes turn to her as she puts on a wide grin, a stark difference from our little accident earlier. "This is the earliest anyone has been inside here."

She winked. "So, welcome to CozyBean Bakery."

"If you can just wait here for a while Ms. Minnie...." The lady gently smiled at me and spread her hand at the open seats. "Allow me to make you something while I'm at it. An official apology if you will."

"It's not as if I suffered a great injury. No need to go to such lengths." I waved it off. "It is my fault as well."

She shakes her head and answers in such a dramatic manner, gestures and all. "Nonsense, I simply can't let this go. Believe me, Miss Minnie, my conscience is practically sitting on my back to make me serve you something."

She gave another playful wink to top it off before she laughed once again.

"Is that so?" I chuckled, shaking my head in defeat. "If that's the case, serve me whatever you like, dear."

I then see her tie apron, practically beaming at my response as I became unaware of the smile sticking onto my face.

"I'll be taking that as a challenge, Miss Minnie."

'When was the last time I laughed this freely....'

⊹ ᰔ MUGMAN POV.

'What the....?' As I stopped by the 24/7 convenience store. I noticed two shadowy figures from inside CozyBean bakery. I knew for sure one of them was her but who was the other toon with her. ''Did she open the store earlier today or am I late...?'

I stepped into the convenience store to avoid being seen as I took a look at the store's wall clock. 'Doesn't seem like I'm late....'

I then shifted my eyes towards her shop sign only to find that it was still CLOSED.

"Doesn't seem like she opened earlier either." I murmured to myself as I settled down and took out my novel to read.