Operation Cookies
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1k
Summary: Being stuck inside while rain takes over is annoying; if only there were some fresh cookies to make it better.
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Gloomy clouds covered the sky like a heavy blanket. The leaves shook each time the rain left its mark on them. The wind howled, shaking the branches. There was no way Rosie was going out in this weather.
Every so often, Rosie would change her position on her bed. Maybe flopping down this way would help her focus on her book. Nope. Maybe this way? Nothing worked.
She let out a frustrated huff, turning another page of the book she’d checked out from the library yesterday. Normally, books kept her attention, especially when they’re about ducks. She glanced away for a second, fiddling with the corner of the page.
“I guess it’s just going to be that kind of day…” She frowned.
Her brows furrowed as she noticed a particular scent coming from the kitchen. Her eyes lit up once she realized. The day just got significantly better.
“Cookies!” she exclaimed, hopping up from her bed, forgetting about her book as she set it down. She practically raced to the kitchen, nearly crashing into her mother.
“Hey, be careful! These just came out of the oven; they’re really hot,” Marigold warned. She placed them on top of the stove, taking off her oven mitts and putting them on the edge of the tray.
Rosie chanted ‘cookies’ over and over, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. “I. Want. To. Eat. Them. Right. Now!”
“You’re going to burn your mouth if you do,” she pointed out, crossing her arms.
“Nah, that’s my new power.” Rosie joked.
“Invincible mouth powers…?” Marigold raised a brow.
“I’m just joking, actually, but I wish…”
Her mother chuckled. “Well, even if you did, you still can’t eat them yet.”
“But… why?” Rosie whined, giving her best sad puppy eyes.
“They’re dessert, after we eat supper.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Aw, man…”
“Hey, supper isn’t that far away anyway, okay?” Marigold gave her a sympathetic smile.
“Okay…” She sighed dramatically.
“You can go tell your dad I made cookies.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t know already.” Rosie lowered a brow in confusion.
“He was watching something boring on the TV to make himself fall asleep to get past the storm. We’re all annoyed with this weather.” Marigold explained.
“That’s right, I didn’t see him go on his morning run.” Rosie thought aloud.
“To be fair, no one would’ve seen him go on his morning run,” she couldn’t help but chuckle at her own joke, “but yes, you’re correct.”
“I’ll go tell him the good news now!” Rosie quickly went to leave.
“Make sure to add that they are for after supper.” Marigold reminded Rosie as she ran out of the kitchen.
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Rosie quietly slipped into the living room, noticing the TV was faintly buzzing with some commercial playing. She grabbed the remote next to the couch and turned it off. She turned to see Peter sprawled out on the couch, a blanket haphazardly thrown on him.
“Dad… Dad…? Dad…” She kept poking his arm.
“Y’know, it was cute when you were a toddler… but a ten-year-old waking me up by repeatedly poking me? it’s starting to lose its charm…” He grumbled, dramatically draping the blanket over his face.
“Dad…” She gave him a look, frowning.
“Must you wake-th me up from my slumber?” His voice was muffled.
She furrowed her brow in confusion.
“I was watching a boring documentary about the medieval ages so I could nap.”
She made an ‘oh’ expression once she understood. “Mom made chocolate chip cookies.”
He instantly sat up, his hair slightly a mess from sleeping. “You should’ve led with that.”
“We can only eat them after supper…”
He sighed. “Of course…”
“If only we knew someone who could turn invisible at will.” She smiled mischievously.
“My only advice is to not get caught.”
“That’s practically your life motto.” She crossed her arms.
He shrugged. “You have a point.”
Rosie took a breath and then focused on her powers, turning invisible in front of him. He could barely see her shadow as she crept away. He then reached for the remote, sinking back against the couch as he turned the TV back on. Surely something was on.
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Making sure Marigold was no longer in the room, Rosie carefully tiptoed her way to the baking sheet of cookies. Her mom had to leave the kitchen at some point, leaving the precious cookies unguarded. They had finally cooled to the perfect temperature, making it easy for Rosie to pick them up.
She grabbed two cookies, one for herself and one for Peter.
“How are these cookies I made floating…? I was hoping you could tell me, Rosie.”
She froze mid-tiptoe at the sound of her mother’s voice, balancing in place with one foot still up.
“What? How can she see them? I thought I had—oh…” She’d forgotten to turn the cookies invisible as well. “Dang it!”
She turned around and became fully visible again. “Hey, Mom…” Rosie smiled sheepishly, hiding the cookies behind her back.
“Care to explain what you’re doing?” Marigold put her hand on her hip, raising a brow in disapproval.
“I was just, uh… practicing my powers…?” she said.
“Practicing your powers?” Marigold repeated, frowning.
“Yeah, yeah! Looks like I still need to practice turning objects invisible, too! Heh…” Rosie chuckled nervously.
“That’s what it looks like to me,” Peter sped into the kitchen and took a cookie from Rosie.
“Real mature…” Marigold scoffed.
“What? I saw what I saw.” He shrugged, taking a bite of the cookie.
“Don’t you dare take another bite.” She glared.
Rosie swallowed nervously, eyes darting back and forth between her parents.
Peter stared straight at Marigold and finished eating the cookie in one bite.
“Pietro! ¡Ladrón de galletas! Tu avaricia me da asco,” Marigold uttered, exasperated.
Rosie gasped. Her father’s birth name and her mother’s native tongue? Peter had just dug his grave.
“You’re both cookie thieves!”
“Can you blame us? They’re cookies!” He emphasized.
“So, we’re forgetting the powers practice cover?” Rosie murmured to him.
“I think we’re well past cover-up stories, Duck.”
Marigold sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath. “Just put the remaining cookie back, and I’ll let you off the hook this time.”
“What? But I earned it!” Rosie defended.
“No, you did not.”
“But you and Dad are always saying to practice powers, and it was kinda a test to see if I could turn the cookies invisible, too. Guess I need to practice more, though…” she explained, holding the cookie in front of herself.
“Why are you such a smartypants?” Marigold huffed.
“She gets it from you,” Peter interjected.
Marigold glared up at him. Peter closed his mouth and stayed silent.
“Okay, smartypants, if that’s really the case, I want you to try turning the cookie and yourself invisible at the same time. If you do it, you get to keep the cookie.” Marigold proposed.
“Yes!” She grinned. She could do that. Simple… hopefully?
Rosie focused her energy on her powers. She closed her eyes in concentration, muttering, “Please turn invisible at the same time,” under her breath. After a second, she finally turned both the cookie and herself invisible.
“Well, would you look at that.” Marigold had a small smile on her face, still feeling proud despite her thief of a daughter.
Rosie turned visible again; cookie as well.
“Good job, Rosie!” Peter ruffled her hair affectionately.
“I… I did it? I did it! Yes!” she cheered.
“Now, you’ve earned that cookie fairly.”
“But I did before—”
“Drop it,” Marigold interrupted. “Just enjoy it.”
“I’d take her advice, duckling,” Peter added.
Rosie smiled, savoring the sweet chocolate chips with each bite.
Marigold glanced up at the clock. “Looks like you’ll be getting more cookies soon. I have to cook supper right now.”
“Do you hear that?”
“Only the sound of a cookie being eaten,” Peter said.
“It stopped raining! We can go outside again!” Rosie headed for the backyard.
“Perfect timing, I need to go for my run. By the way, the cookies are amazing as usual.” Peter complimented his wife. “I’ll see you later.” Peter kissed her cheek and sped off.
“What am I going to do with them?” She chuckled to herself before opening the pantry to see what she would cook tonight. Before she could look around, she double-checked that no one else was in the kitchen. She snuck a cookie and ate it.
