🥧: made with love ! ♡

maybe it was because he never showed his belly, he thought. even in the barn, every person who walked past him was a gust of cold air that tickled his body. or maybe because his wings were barely hidden under the top Niki had sewn him–

it was new, awkward to be so bare. but oddly nice. he had yet to be scraped by a judgemental eye, and the elbows that bumped him were everything but mean. while Niki did the hostess thing, he sat aside, holding a cookie in a napkin as he watched her. he'd get up if she went further away. ]

the baker had felt less lonely lately, she muses, turning slightly from her place by the small table of baked goods to glance at quackity. she smiles- a small one, but it's warm and sincere. the company of the vice president and the time they've spent getting closer these past few days- she treasures it.

he's all too aware of how his position is still printed on him like a sore thumb. and he would like to be loud and rowdy as is in his nature, but he's not sure if it's safe to yet. so once he reaches Niki, Q stops her in her tracks. leans against her shoulder, the tiniest bit. devil-wing taps against angel-wing. he immediately regrets the action and draws back. ]

as he approaches her smile grows, his space becoming hers as he leans against her, and she keeps herself close even as he moves away. its a comforting closeness, staving off the chill of the autumn air draft.

"I'm no baker, so I can't give you a serious review. but, yanno, it tasted really good, though. like, yeah. it was g– nice. reminded me of home."

[ he forces his hands to stop fidgeting in his hair and come down, reminding himself that Niki is safe, even under these awkward circumstances. Q accepts the candles, one between each finger, and gives her a small, official little nod. ]

"so. where am I setting these babies up?"

" you don't need to give a review, really- saying I can make something that taste's like home.. thats more than enough. thank you. that's very kind. " she pauses , just for a moment, " ah! um, this table, please? I'm going to light them after, but the layout doesn't matter.. I just want to make sure it's not too dark in here! " she gestures to the small table with the baked goods of all different halloween designs and displays scattered across.

"are candles enough to keep mobs away?" [ they mumble, half to themself, half under their breath. he's used to the strong, wash-out lights that buzz on in the nights at the White House. but with the confidence that Niki takes out that flint and steel, his worry fades. ] "eh... qué sabré yo?" ( what do i know ? ) [ he adds, just to cancel out that comment, in case Nik heard it. he goes back to the table with the candles.

when Quackity is done meddling around with the candles at the table, they make an almost-star like shape, with the half-melted, more waxy candles sitting down at the front. set to burn out first. ]

"table's up, Niki." [ Quackity calls.

as he comes to her side she sets off to go about lighting the place up. she pulls out her flint and steel, striking the wick of the first candle- and lights it. the flames dance, warm and inviting. " here we go… " she smiles. watching as little lights flicker to life and fill the room with soft, golden light.

" I think we're in a plains biome, so there's not a lot of hostile mobs in the area anyway. I think these will be plenty. " they grin, pleased with how this has all come out. the tables are decorated, and the lights are just right. she likes this.

it feels comforting, the warm light from the candles and the singing and stomping. she seems more at ease around quackity, though it might just be the joy of being around those she cares abourt making her sappy. the small barn were dim, but the candles brought it to life. The people from manburg were singing, dancing, stomping their feet and waving their arms.

she smiles at the sight, happy to be there and see these people, whom she loved dearly, making fun memories like this. free from the stress and terror of the diaction and election- it felt like home, even just for a moment.

a basket? i am afraid i haven't seen tommy come in with a basket. i think he might have eaten it all, niki.

it would have been nice to try one of your baked goods again. i do miss them and the bakery.

You stay soft, get eaten