#mayarparker

location: the den

“You on shift all night?” Cass enquired idly as he put down his empty glass, wondering silently if he actually wanted to get drunk a third night in a row, considering the monster hangover he’d woken up with - the one which had him questioning, as usual, all blurry events of the night before. (He’d probably made mistakes, but that was relatively normal, and besides. He’d never really been bothered by them enough to stop.) But he was at the Den anyway and he figured he might as well since that was his whole reason coming, and the place was quiet, giving him more time to most probably annoy Maya, who he offered a sunny smile to as he slid the glass over to her. “Quiet night? Don’t suppose you’ll give me a discount for entertaining you? Or for being otherwise adorable?”

It actually wasn't often that Natsuki made sweets in her kitchen, especially not the more traditional sort of desserts one might immediately think of when they thought up delicious and sugary nibbles. Her specialty lied in soba noodles or other such dishes which required the long process of boiling broth down from a culmination of ingredients to deliver a complex and savoury soup, a recipe she'd learned from her parents who had learned from theirs and so on and so forth. Of course, her restaurant didn't only serve soba noodles but it was one of the many featured items and she was always experimenting and looking to explore and expand her menu in new and interesting ways to appeal to her patrons and took every opportunity to learn from others more knowledgeable than herself so when she had learned through her brief period of time of knowing Maya that she was proficient in baking, Natsuki jumped at the opportunity to ask her to teach her how to make what was considered to be an American staple: an apple pie.

So on an off day when her restaurant was closed, because even if they decided to use the kitchen before the restaurant was meant to open it would be busy with all the prep work which took place in the very early hours of the day, Natsuki invited Maya over and was brewing some matcha for them to enjoy during their time. The water thusly boiled and the young witch mindfully began her pour, swirling hot water in a circular motion into the appropriate cup before she stopped and with the bamboo whisk briskly mixed the matcha powder into the water until it was sufficiently integrated, it would need another pour of water to top off before she could move onto preparing the second cup, in the meantime she chatted to Maya in a quiet but pleasant voice, "I went to the farmer's market to buy the apples. I was assured they would be perfect for baking into a pie." Finished with the first cup she passed it over to Maya and started the same procedure on a cup for herself, "Thank you again for helping me. Last time I tried to bake an apple pie I couldn't get the pastry right. It was just soggy inside."

As comfortable as the cheap motel had been, it was a place to crawl to at the end of the day and not hide out in all day. Dahlia was learning slowly her way around the town of Opulence, a place that was dubbed with a seemingly normal atmosphere, though it was anything but normal to the young woman. Fear had often been her go to resort for years now, but she had managed to come out of that shell only to be mocked and shunned for it. This was why this place was something she held with pride, something that finally felt like home, and thus got her motivated enough to actually begin to explore all of what was out there for her. Perhaps meeting people would make things less intimidating, and at the shops, she tried conversing with quite a few people with no such luck. Down on herself, Dahlia continued forth, following shop after shop, until she ended up in a rather odd shop, one that seemed to hold some sort of ingredients to her. Perusing the shelves lined with things, she finally spotted another person to try and start something with, gaining courage and opening with the only thing she could rely on, her lack of knowledge of magic, “This place has everything you’d think you’d ever need to put into a cauldron and mix some sort of potion.” 

@mayarparker​ Ben hadn’t been back in town long, but he quickly fell back into his rhythm of walking to the cafe and getting his coffee every morning. Walking into the cafe he got his black coffee before turning around and seeing a familiar face. “Hi, it’s Maya right?” He asked as he stepped forward, of course he remembered but he was trying to play it down just in case she hadn’t remembered him. “How are you today?”

[ IMG ] [ TEXT ]: Food I would never make someone as talented as you eat. [ TEXT ]: River gave me your number when I bought a fancy screen phone. [ TEXT ]: Just wanted to say thanks for taking me to the info center.

carrion bolt…biological son of ryden bolt and maya bolt, married…he likes ryden more…takes after maya…is a werewolf…is not a fan of his red hair…can bake quite well…starts more fights than he finishes

           Carrion sat at the pack meeting in the Den, watching as his father, not looking nearly old enough to be with his werewolf metabolism, spoke proudly of that evening’s task. People always told him his father had been a leader, but that it had shaped itself truly over time. They insisted for a long while he was as reckless as himself. The thought having Carrion drop his eyes to the knuckles on his hand, bloody from the beating he’d given some other werewolves at school. He was an alpha’s soon, presumably untouchable but in reality a target.

              The speech fell away, and all clapped, his mother nudging him, looking older than his father even though she was younger. Giving up her magic had never been an option but her youth did help make his slow aging less evident now. “One day that’ll be you,” Maya told him, pride in her tone that in her youth had only been reserved for her baked goods. Carrion was not so confident, and he didn’t quite want to be.

sammie harding…biological daughter of kemper harding and maya parker, divorced…she likes maya more…takes after neither…is a witch…formed her own coven in high school…works at coven’s cottage with her inspiration colette…is terrible at baking

           Kemper pulled up in front of his exes bakery, her apartment over it, and looked back at his daughter who had her headphones in and was flipping through the grimoire she had, to him it looked like the burn book in Mean Girls the way it was put together and coloured, covered in glitter and markered writing. Witches had certainly changed, the younger generation seemed to have turned it into something completely new that even his ex seemed unable to understand.

           “Hey,” he said, Sammie still flicking through the book with nails covered in glitter moons. “Hey!” he said louder, the girl finally pulling headphones from her ears and looking up at her father with a frown on her face.

            “Mum’s not even down yet,” she said, having clearly heard him over the music but choosing to ignore him. Kemper wished he knew how to connect with Sammie, but both he and Maya seemed quite unable to reach the girl since she had formed her coven, a new family, one that wouldn’t separate on her, one she could control. It wasn’t like she hated them, she still helped her mother by using her magic to hide her gray hairs, and she still made her dad breakfast because he’d never learnt to cook, but she’d closed a lot of herself off from them.