There were only so many ways Electra could distract herself successfully. Reading worked most days, curling up with her pit bull and a good book she’d probably read millions of times already while she listened to the rain was normally her go to for any bad day. 

Except for this one.

So instead she baked. Cookies and muffins and cupcakes, chocolate and vanilla and toffee, baked goods of all shapes and sizes littered her tiny kitchen table and counter until she couldn’t find a place to put her tea down anymore. The last time Electra had to distract herself, let her mind get lost in measurements and mixing batter, had been when Violet casually mentioned Alex had a date. They’d had enough muffins to feed themselves for two weeks after. A few stale ones had been left in her breadbox to greet the red head the night she got back into town, so stale and hard that even Rufus hadn’t wanted them. Had she thrown those out yet? She couldn’t remember. 

She hoped, though she knew better, that maybe if Violet had missed her baking enough that the blond would be too busy stuffing her face full of sugar to yell at her. At least for the first hour. When Violet had agreed to come crash at Lectra’s house for the night Electra wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or scared before deciding that it was a little bit of both. At least if Violet was yelling at her it meant things could get back to normal.

Kind of.... Maybe....