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strangetrip2019-03-11 06:52 pm
st_rongliketeflon) wrote in strangetrip2019-03-11 06:52 pm
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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.
Re: Maria/Jack
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?"
Re: Maria/Jack
"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.
Re: Maria/Jack
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.
Re: Maria/Jack
He almost looked like he was going to laugh, but it never manifested past his eyes. "Don't knock it until you try it." He offered a slight wink, then lifted the plate with pie. "Promise I'll return the plate when I'm done."
He gave her a nod and then turned to go eat pie near some body of water.