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A flyer adorned with little cupcakes and pies appears on the bulletin board with simple order forms pinned below.

The Slayer's Cake 2 is now open!

Stop by the bakery window in the Copper Cafe for treats, both sweet and savory. Fresh baked breads, croissants, cakes, cookies, pies, tarts, we can do it all!

Our daily offerings will usually vary based on our whims, but requests are always welcome.

Come by any day and grab something delicious. If no one's behind the counter, just help yourself!

For Valentine's Day, we're taking special orders! Menu items should be ordered on the page below by Tuesday, February 13th for delivery on the 14th. (But if it's a little late that's okay too.)

If you're looking for something extra special, stop by and talk to Pike or Rey directly

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Of the Winchesters, Sam was not the baked goods eater. That would be his brother. But he did have (God help him) three women he was sleeping with more or less regularly, a sister, and a mom. Also he liked Pike and wanted to support her.

He looked at the offerings and rubbed a hand over his face. How the hell did he know what to get them? What did he even know about their individual food preferences (besides blood and chi, thanks)?

Actually, he did know about Bo, at least. Bo was firmly a brownies and ice cream girl. So he wrote that down with her room and room number.

River he thought about for another few seconds and came up with hot chocolate for dunking some of those butter-sugar type cookies in. Maybe the rolled up ones, but he'd leave that to Pike and Rey.

Caroline couldn't taste food as much as before, but he knew she liked coffee drinks. So he ordered chocolate-espresso ganache cakelets for her with french press coffee and a bottle of kahlua. He was pretty sure Pike or Rey could just grab that from the bar or get it from Kitty.

Molly liked chocolate and they were more casual than with Bo and Caroline, so he just went with a box of chocolate cupcakes and the chocolate fantasies.

For his Mom (first Valentine's Day with her younger son, this could provoke an emotional crisis if he did it wrong, uh...) he decided on a box of small pastries - fruit tarts, lemon tarts, and cream puffs. Nothing chocolate.

He also left a message that said, "Please take this request down before they can see it," and took off before anyone could comment on the unusual number of people receiving Valentine's Day pastry from him.

Pike wasn't hovering by the bulletin board, but she definitely took every opportunity to walk past.

So his requests couldn't have spent more than a few minutes up on the board. Seeing it, she arched an eyebrow. Obviously she knew how popular Sam was but seeing it on paper was rather impressive.

With a little chuckle, she scurried back to the kitchen to add them to their 'to-bake' list.

Kash turned up as Sam was leaving. He couldn't help but look at the very long order. When he did, he all but guffawed. Maybe he wouldn't hold looking too long at Z against him. Poor guy clearly had a complicated situation on his hands.

He looked at the menu for a good while and decided that what he wanted wasn't on it, so he went looking for Pike.

Pike came back to the bakery with Sam's requests in hand and found Kash at the counter.

"Kash! Hello!" She smiled up at him. Seeing him was another reminder that Zahra had arrived and her joy for him warmed her from the tip of her nose to her toes. "What're you up to today?"

Kash smiled back down at her. It was easy to find a smile for Pike most of the time, but now, it was...a piece of cake. Hah. That was the worst pun.

"Looking for you. I have an idea about something I want for Z for this Valentine's Day that Coby told me about, but it's not on your menu."

It was always a treat to see him smile. There was no way Pike could say no to him when he was in such a good mood.

"Oh! Well, you found me! Come sit," Waving to him, she ushered him over to one of the cafe tables. "What did you have in mind?"

With someone else, he probably wouldn't have sat. Wouldn't have intended to stay long enough to need to sit. But with Pike, it always felt rude not to because sitting was the closest they got to eye level. And, honestly, he didn't give a fuck about being rude to most people, but being rude to Pike was like kicking a baby.

So he sat.

"Z loves the hot spices. Cinnamon, ginger... there's one I had for the first time here that I think she'd love. Chili powder, do you know it? It seemed like it would make a good surprise in chocolate."

"Somehow her liking spice doesn't surprise me," Pike chuckled, "I have been working on a few options with spicy chocolates, but none of them are just right yet. Maybe I'll find some chili powder and give it a try. I do have a ginger blondie that's pretty great, but that's not what you're looking for."

Pike's brows drew together, "How much were thinking of giving her? Most of the things I make have a lot of sugar in them."

Pike's question summoned sort of an awkward smile from him. It was still so new, Z being pregnant, worrying about Z's health at all, and since he hadn't been involved in the conception (at least he hadn't experienced it), he was still treading lightly around the idea of 'fatherhood'.

"Enough to keep her from strangling me with her tail when I tell her she's going to have to cut back for the next eight months." But not enough to endanger her or the baby (babies?), was self-evident. Pike knew him well enough to know he'd endure anything to keep Z safe. Even Z.

Pike rested her chin in her hands. She couldn't help it, she was just so pleased. "Okay, well, I can do a few things. If you want a whole cake, I have a delicious angel food cake that has a lot less sugar. Making it chocolate and spicy wouldn't be an issue." At least, she didn't think it would..."Or, I could do something more rich and decadent like fudge or brownies, but it would be something smaller. Think tart sized."

"Small, rich, and decadent," Kash said without a moment's hesitation. He didn't want to dilute any pleasure of Z's, not ever. "Brownies. Cut small." On an impulse, he added, "Fresh fruit tarts, too. The stuff we don't really have at home," and hoped he didn't sound as much like a lovestruck, overprotective idiot as he felt.

“Good choice,” she beamed up at him. They both knew it had t actually been a complicated choice. Z was not a light and fluffy kind of woman, pregnant or not. “What about some chocolate covered strawberries?”

Kash twisted his mouth thoughtfully. "No, I don't think so. Too sweet. What about that creamy stuff?" He couldn't remember what it was called, but he'd watched Pike beating it while they were talking. When he had tasted it, it was milky and not sweet. "Goes on top of ice cream or pie?"

"Whipped cream?" Pike's brows furrowed, "You know we have that at home, right?"

Kash shrugged and shook his head. "Never had it before here. Or if I did, it didn't taste that good. But, yeah, that's the stuff."

"Well, it is much easier here. Rey showed me this fun machine that does all the work for me! I just put everything in the bowl and this metal thing just spins around." Having someone in the kitchen who at least understood some of the technology in that shiny kitchen was really wonderful. "Also, the sugar here is much more fine. That might help."

Not knowing what went into the whipping cream, he wasn't near as impressed as Pike was. Then again, Kash wasn't that impressed with anything. He smiled anyway. What he did know, though, was, "No, the stuff I tasted didn't have sugar in it, I don't think. Or not a lot of it."

“Yeah,” She nodded, “There are lots of things that can be done with cream”

"Is that something you can do? Whipped cream without lots of sugar and fresh berries? I think she would like that, and the dairy and berries are good for the baby." Or babies. But baby was hard enough to get his head around at the moment.

When Jag saw the bulletin board, he headed straight over to the new bakery. Not only did he enjoy baked goods, but he enjoyed Pike's company, too, and he had nowhere pressing to be. (When did he ever.)

He was glad to spot her behind the counter when he walked up to it, and he smirked-smiled over at her, hands in the pockets of his (way too well-cut, straight out of the boutique) trousers. Thankfully, the pink hotel t-shirt was a stark departure from making him look anything even close to elegant.

"Slayer's Cake?" he asked as a hello, definitely curious about that name. And what the first version of the Slayer's Cake had been.

"Yup!" Pike laughed. She had been sitting up on the side counter, but when he approached she'd hopped down and clambered up the little set of steps in front bakeries window. "It's the name of the bakery my friends and I run back home. I figured if I'm stuck here, I might as well franchise."

Jag laughed at her words. "That answers all of my questions, actually. What do you recommend, then?"

"Oh! The best part of the name is that it's a play on words. There is a well-known group called the Slayer's Take that my friends are a part of. It's sort of like a bounty hunting agency. People put out contracts for parts of magical creatures, members of the Slayer's Take go hunting and get paid for what they bring back."

It was a bit of a long-winded explanation, but it did the job...hopefully.

"Everything is delicious, but there are a few things you might be especially interested in," Pike waggled her bright white eyebrows then pulled out a tray with four rows of distinctly different varieties of treats. Two rows were brownies, two were blondies. "I call these my 'Ashari' collection and they're all stuffed with weed," she pointed to the first blondies, "These are 'Gust', they're light and airy ginger blondies with popcorn," she pointed to the next, "These are 'Stone Shape', basically cookie dough and brownies melded together. These are "Water Breathing", they're blondies with swirls of blueberries."

She pointed to the last row, her eyes sparkling as she made eye contact with him, "These are 'flame hands'. They're dark chocolate and cinnamon."

Jag grinned at that last one. "Well, now I know which ones I have to try first." Not just because of their name, either. Dark chocolate and cinnamon were two things he really liked.

Pike gave him a big grin. Before he’d even started talking she’d already pulled a bright pink box out from under the counter. Quick as a though, she packed it with two of each type of brownie and put an extra Flame Hands on top. “You’ll have to let me know how the strength is for one of you big folk.”

With a little flourish, she tied a ribbon around the box and handed it over. “So, did you stop by with a special request or just curious?
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"Oh, no, I just wanted to see what you'd been up to," Jag answered, already untying the ribbon to have a taste. He wasn't the sort to wait until later. He smirked. "Getting cakes doesn't hurt, though. And this looks amazing, all of it." He grabbed the Flame Hands on top, then closed up the box and had a bite.

“That’s very kind of you,” she felt herself blush a little. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but she was very proud of how the bakery turned out and it made her happy that he would come to see it.

As he took a bite, she can’t help but bounce on her toes a little in anticipation, “How is it? Kash just asked if I could combine chilis and chocolate and I think that might be better than the cinnamon.”

Edited 2018-02-20 16:33 (UTC)

"I love cinnamon, so this is fucking brilliant," Jag assured her, and swallowed the bite. The main flavours completely drowned out that of the weed, which was for the better, if you asked him. He loved smoking it, but he liked his cakes sweet rather than herbal. "But I wouldn't say no to chili and chocolate either."

"I'll have to call you down when I have a new batch to test," she picked up one of the brownies off of the tray, split it in half and popped it into her mouth, "After perfecting all of these flavors I spent a good couple hours just laying on the kitchen floor."

Jag's small smile stretched slightly. "It would be my pleasure, bab. Sometimes the kitchen floor's the perfect place to be."

"I'm not gonna lie, the cold tiles felt really good." She rested her chin in her hands, leaning on the counter, "Luckily the bakery has it's own kitchen, so I didn't have to worry about being stepped on."

"Good point," Jag agreed, "the main kitchens seem quite busy." He was thinking of Em again, but pushed the thoughts aside. "So it's not just you doing this? I don't know Rey." He'd read their name on the flyer, but that was it.

“Rey is wonderful,” Pike picked up a nearby mini cupcake and nibbled a bit of frosting, “She’s super smart and really eager to learn. I met her in the kitchen when she was trying to teach herself to cook. It wasn’t going very well, but she’s gotten really great at baking.”

"Did she help you at all for the Flame Hands?" Jag asked with a small smile.

"Nah," Pike laughed, "Those were all me."

"Then I'll have to trust your word on it," Jag concluded with a one-shouldered smirk and a half smile.

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