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[EP] Pies (OTA)
Her mother had always made pie making look so easy. Amy DeLuca's pie were the best in Roswell and a selling point in Liz's parents' cafe. Maria decided to try and make some of her mother's famous Keylime pie to stave off the homesickness she was starting to feel. So far her attempts were poor.
"Third time's the charm, right?" She said as she slide a pie slice over to Brad. He had volunteered to help her taste-test and hadn't died from her two previous attempts. "I promise I put less salt in this one."
Brad nodded and dug in. He chewed thoughtfully. He then smiled.
"This isn't half bad," He said. "It tastes like Keylime this time for sure."
Maria took a bite of her own and pumped her arm.
"Yes!" She said. "Not quite as good as my mom's, but it's edible."
"I'll take this one to go," He said, lifting the plate with a nod.
Maria nodded back and watched as Brad walked over to the table he had previously been occupying. There was a series of psychology books strewn about. They all seemed focused on depression or other behavioral illnesses.
Maria took another bite of hers and looked over her hand-written recipe as she tried to decide what to change to make it more like mom's.
"Third time's the charm, right?" She said as she slide a pie slice over to Brad. He had volunteered to help her taste-test and hadn't died from her two previous attempts. "I promise I put less salt in this one."
Brad nodded and dug in. He chewed thoughtfully. He then smiled.
"This isn't half bad," He said. "It tastes like Keylime this time for sure."
Maria took a bite of her own and pumped her arm.
"Yes!" She said. "Not quite as good as my mom's, but it's edible."
"I'll take this one to go," He said, lifting the plate with a nod.
Maria nodded back and watched as Brad walked over to the table he had previously been occupying. There was a series of psychology books strewn about. They all seemed focused on depression or other behavioral illnesses.
Maria took another bite of hers and looked over her hand-written recipe as she tried to decide what to change to make it more like mom's.
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"Hey Ned" Maria greeted with a smile. "Sure did. It's not the best, but it's way better than my first two. Want to try? I'm trying to figure out what's missing to make it as good as my mom's."
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"Uh, yes please!" Any excuse to have pie was a good day. "You know, I made pie once in home ec. It.. well, the apple part inside was good? The crust didn't actually cook all the way through...:
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"Pie's actually pretty hard to do well," She replied. "Well.. pie with dough crust. Pudding pie is pretty easy."
She cut him a piece of pie and slide it over to him.
"How's it going?" She asked.
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"Great! I mean, mostly great?" He took a bite and approved immensely - the approval shown in his face especially. "Even better with this pie!"
He swallowed and then lowered his voice a little. "Peter and I secretly gave Ms. Rasputin a pet fish from the otherworld."
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"Did she like it?" She asked.
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"I.. don't know? It's hard to tell with her." He glanced around as if to see if she was around, then leaned in and his voice became a whisper. "I don't think she likes a lot of things."
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Maria glanced behind him subtly, but Jack would not be the first person to order a lot of dessert for themsleves. She cut two pieces and put the slices on a plate.
"Hope you have an appetite!" She said. "I've been trying to make them as good as my mom's."
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"I always have an appetite for pie." He smiled, though it was subtle. "And that's a valiant quest. Mom's pies are the best pies."
Jack pulled the plate to him and then grabbed a fork. He forked a piece right then and there and took a bite. He hummed. "Yep. It's good." He gave a nod.
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She beamed when he said it was good. Maria's chin lifted up slightly higher. Maria was proud.
"Well, I'm hoping to make more," She said. "I mean, if you had told me I'd be baking for people other than like, my boyfriend, I'd have probably told you you were crazy, but since there's nothing to do here, why not, right?"
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"Once I was stuck in the same place for a long time... I learned how to make pottery and juggle. Don't ever underestimate your brain's desire to keep busy." Once he even learned how to make nails from scratch to build stuff, but that was more out of necessity than anything else.
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Maria wanted to go home, but she also knew this would be the last time she saw Liz. Liz wasn't going back to Roswell.
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Maria and Peter
Peter doesn't have to mull over the selections in the case. He knows immediately what he wants.
"Have any more pie?"
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"Brad, are you sure? I mean, you already had like three slices of pie," She said easily.
Maria knew it was Peter, but she decided to try to mess with him. She kept her expression even and smiled like nothing was off.
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It's only in that moment that he realizes that Maria was probably just messing with him.
"Ha ha," he says, after the realization's dawned on him.
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She gestured to the pie she just made in quiet question.
"If and when someone shows up looking exactly like me, you have my full permission to mess with me."
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Peter and Bradley on the other hand were virtually the same age.
"Kitty looks a lot like this woman back home named Dr. Foster," he says. "But most of the people here don't look like anybody I know. I wonder if we all have a double in some other timeline, though."
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"God, I hope not. I saw doubles of like, Michael and Isabel back home, they were all grunge and whatever because they came from New York," She said, making a face. "No thank you. I don't want to see me into some weird fashion like that."
Maria shuddered dramatically. She liked her own style which she liked to claim was 'hippie chic'.
"Plus the whole timeline things gives me a headache," She added.
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Kitty & Maria
More important than that, though, she hadn't built any kind of relationship with Maria, which was pretty shitty, since she was Liz's teacher and occasional confidante and she'd known about Maria before Maria even arrived.
Today seemed like a good day to fix that, so when Kitty saw her in the bakery, she went straight over. "Hi Maria. Did you bake the pie?"
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"Hi Kitty," She greet. "I sure did. Trying to remember my mom's recipes, but can't get it exactly right. I'm getting close, though. My mom's pies were the best in Roswell."
She could have been exaggerated, but they sold the best out of the few places that baked pies.
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"It's too bad Pike's gone. She probably could have--" Then Kitty snapped her fingers. "Hold up. Regina. She doesn't cook much else, but she makes great apple pies and turnovers. Maybe she can help with the recipe."
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"Sure," She replied. "I know Mary offered to help too. I mean, I grew up basically in Liz's parents' diner so I know some stuff. It's just about getting the pies to taste like my mom's. Everyone loved her coconut cream one too."
Maria leaned on the counter as she thought about home for a moment. She thought about Michael in the kitchen smelling like disgusting grease and she actually missed it.
"Nothing really to do here, but get better at stuff, right?" She said.
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Better she seem weird for telling Maria that than Maria end up on the rough side of Regina's temper. She'd seen her throw Dyson clear across a room just for looking at Snow funny.
She rocked back onto her heels and shrugged, drawing the pie plate toward her. "Anything else you're especially interested in learning?"
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"My mom's specialties are cream pies, so I probably won't really need to ask for apples," She replied, but filed away the advice for later.
Maria shrugged.
"Not really," She answered. "I'm writing songs, singing them, hanging out with my best friend... pretty much all I want out of life after graduating high school. That I don't have to earn money or pass my SATs are a big plus."
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