If You Give a Hare a Carrot Cake || Christina and Thatcher
Thatcher had been on the way to his car, parked down the block from CuriosiTea, when a tempting smell led him to a shop. Oddly enough, he'd never been to this place in his little town. He'd never even noticed it, and he worked down the street. It said that it was called Sweet Italy Bakery. He'd never been to Italy before, but now seemed like a good time to get the Storybrooke equivalent. The aroma was too sweet for him to do otherwise.
He walked in, surprised to notice that the shop was nearly empty, but that let him walk right up to the counter, eyes immediately falling onto the window of sweets on display. Crouching down in front of it, Thatcher looked over each and every one, getting through about half of them, when a name caught his eyes, causing his jaw to drop and all of him to shake for a moment as a shiver of disgust ran through him.
"Coffee cake?" he suddenly looked up, catching the eyes of a woman working there, "Why would you ruin a perfectly good cake like that? Does it have actual coffee in it?" Tea biscuits, of course, that was a perfectly logical dessert to offer. But coffee cake? That was even worse than carrot cake, and that contained the vile, loathed vegetable. "Please say it's made to poison your enemies! Or that the name is a lie! A cruel, cruel lie! Coffee cake!" He'd stood, beginning to pace, voice falling into a murmur as he mumbled to himself, trying to make sense of such a dessert. Maybe he didn't like Italy, after all.
