#threads.addison

Izan shoved his hand into the ragged oven mitt he'd long ago painted a floral scene on, leaning over to pull a baking sheet out of the oven and placing it on top of the stove. Proudly, he smiled and looked over at Addison. "I think this may be our best batch of pretzels yet," he said, pulling his mitted hand away so he could take the mitt off. The pretzels were too hot to grab just yet, but he could still admire them, his bare hand floating a couple inches away from their handiwork so he could feel their warmth. "It was probably a better idea to keep the designs simple. Those flowers I tried to make last time were a bit too heavy," he admitted, his smile only growing.

Izan was grateful for the out, though his stomach was still in knots. That was sort of a norm now, though. Smiling again, he nodded. "There are pretzel sticks in the pantry," he offered, having put them away earlier. He wasn't sure where they'd come from, if someone had happened to bring them into town or what, but there were enough of them that he didn't think anyone would notice a couple small handfuls missing.

"Here," Izan excitedly plopped himself down next to Addison, handing him a small square wrapped in a cloth napkin. "I'm going to make a bunch of this for the holidays. I finally got enough almonds to make more than enough!" He waited for his friend to unwrap the candy. "It's turrón, my mother made it for special occasions when I was little. It doesn't have a whole lot of ingredients, but it tastes really good," he explained, practically vibrating in his unhidden excitement.