āLETāS BAKEā - Eloise {For Cecil!}
send me āLETāS BAKEā to bake a fall recipe with my muse; randomly generated, usingĀ this generator
{ ā§ } - Butterflies are gathering in his stomach, heart fluttering, feathers puffing, fluffing- heās so happy, he might start crying! Cecil inhales a deep breath, shaking out his wings to ease the excitement, thereās no time for tears, not a second to spare- everything has to be in tip top shape for when Eloise arrives!Ā
{ ā§ } - As their relationship had the chance to develop over her many hops in the library, the baker and the bird,. he liked to think, became rather close friends- and this would be the first time she would visit his home to help him bake a treat! Though he might have grown to be familiar in her presence, the thumping in his chest when his mind filled itself with thoughts of her.. they never quite subsided. In fact, with each meeting, he swore he could feel himself falling in love her with all over again, and even harder than the last.
{ ⧠} - Now⦠if only he could tell her that.
{ ā§ } - N-no, no- whatās he even thinking? Thereās no way she would like someone like him, right? There are so many other people in town who could give her so much more, who are interesting and exciting, what he has to offer... well, itās not very much- heās just Cecil. If she were a princess⦠well, he would be a townās man. But- but thatās not such a bad thing, he shakes his head to rid the thoughts, even if he can spend some time and make her smile for even just for a second then heāll be the happiest bird on the block!
{ ā§ } - So heāll do just that today, make her smile! Sheās helping him learn to expand his mental cook book, so he should stay on the bright side of things! After all, while heās not a bad baker, it can be pretty tough to prepare anything when he lacks the hands to make anything look particularly pretty. Which is a must when heās the father of two little girls who are quick to judge his cooking on its appearance.
{ ā§ } -Itās a hurdle that, step by step, flap by flap, heās striving to fly right over with the help of Eloise!
{ ā§ } - As heās standing there, head in the clouds, broom between his feathers- a soft knocking on the door shakes him out of his daze. That must be her-!!
{ ā§ } - He shoves the broom back into its proper place in the closet, rushing up to the door, before he hesitates. Is he looking okay? Soothing out the wrinkles on his apron, fixing his hair, alright!Ā
{ ā§ } - He cracks open the door, with a warm smile perched on his face.... until he actually sees her, bouncing lightly on her toes,
{ ā§ } -he closes the door. She looked so cute...! Her hair already tied up so as not to get in her way... Itās not the first time heās seen her like this, after all, heās been her costumer, and she his. But this... this... this is the first time sheās visiting his home, and she looks this cute! This cute..!! He completely love struck..! Is it okay to let her in? His kids are at school, Snookie out doing whatever Snookies do, meaning theyāre going to all alone in a setting outside of work! Cecil might just be an owl... but an owl is still a beast...!!! His face is burning, was this a bad idea...??
{ ā§ } - Deep breathes, heās going to open the door... and if sheās still there... heāll invite her in, and be a normal person.... and if sheās gone, heāll go lay in bed and pretend he doesnāt exist because what person just shuts the door in the face of the person they like.
{ ā§ } -Ā āHello...?ā He turns the knob, and to his relief and embarrassment, sheās still standing there, albeit with confusion present on her expression.Ā āSorry about that..! I just wasnāt expecting you to come so soon and I panicked rushed to finish preparing. I thought you were Snookie who needed something for a moment so,ā No he didnāt. āI opened the door quickly. Letās get started..!ā
{ ā§ } - Leading her through his comfortable little home to his kitchen was nice, and he hopes that this wonāt be the last but he canāt help but be tense from head to toe. If he slips up, everythingāll probably go wrong. Thatās how it usually goes in the life of Cecil.Ā
{ ā§ } - āOh, Eloise, did you bring your own apron? I have a few spare ones you could wear,ā He pauses, that would mean they would be wearing matching aprons... He feels the heat rise to his face again, no, no, no, no, stop, Cecil, he canāt have another nervous fit when sheās already in his house.Ā āT-Theyāre just over there on that rack, pick whichever youād like...!ā He shuffles awkwardly over to the counter where he placed all of the ingredients for their chosen dessert..
{ ā§ } - āUhm, so the recipe you said that would be good would be apple pie? I trust your judgement, I think the kids will like it too. Iāll be doing my best, so I hope it turns out well!ā