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strangetrip2018-03-14 01:51 pm
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[GP/EP] Pie for Pi Day
The only ones who might have known yesterday held any significance were Jag and Sunny, and if they did, they also knew her well enough to know she wasn't big on celebrations. Her one tradition, a new deck for her birthday, hadn't been possible this year, since she hadn't found anything like a tarot deck on Asphodel Station. But that was okay.
Pi Day, on the other hand, was worth celebrating. Everybody liked pie. Last week, she'd talked to Pike, who had been curious and excited about a holiday for pie, and seemed eager to help. Yesterday, she'd put a notice on the bulletin board, hand-lettered over a watercolor scene of pies and more pies. She'd also made ice cream in a variety of flavors, since she wasn't Bobby to freeze it on demand, in less time than it took to prepare the custard base. Today, she left the non-pie food preparation to Ignis, the chicken chef, and anyone who wanted to fend for themselves.
Today, along with Pike and anyone else who wanted to and knew what they were doing, Emma baked pies. Fruit pies and cream pies. Quiche and pot pies. Shepherd's pie and meat pies. Hand pies, savory or sweet, baked or fried. As close as she could get to real Brooklyn-style pizza this far from Brooklyn. Some were decorated with the symbol π or the first few digits of the number it represented, as a vent in a top crust, piped in whipped cream, or carefully laid out in caramelized onions depending on the pie. And because she couldn't resist the visual pun any more now than she could the first time she celebrated Pi Day at the castle, a square apple pie (one of Bobby's favorites) and cherry tart (a recipe she'd learned from Sabine, the fruits a deep ruby red against white cream and pale crust that would have appealed to her cousin's aesthetics).
It wasn't the same as Pi Day at the castle, but there was a bustle and energy as people moved between the kitchens, the bakery, and the cafe, sitting to talk over a slice, or helping each other choose what to taste next. As long as Emma stayed busy, she could enjoy the memories without dwelling on the people she missed.
And there was pie. Everybody likes pie.
Pi Day, on the other hand, was worth celebrating. Everybody liked pie. Last week, she'd talked to Pike, who had been curious and excited about a holiday for pie, and seemed eager to help. Yesterday, she'd put a notice on the bulletin board, hand-lettered over a watercolor scene of pies and more pies. She'd also made ice cream in a variety of flavors, since she wasn't Bobby to freeze it on demand, in less time than it took to prepare the custard base. Today, she left the non-pie food preparation to Ignis, the chicken chef, and anyone who wanted to fend for themselves.
Today, along with Pike and anyone else who wanted to and knew what they were doing, Emma baked pies. Fruit pies and cream pies. Quiche and pot pies. Shepherd's pie and meat pies. Hand pies, savory or sweet, baked or fried. As close as she could get to real Brooklyn-style pizza this far from Brooklyn. Some were decorated with the symbol π or the first few digits of the number it represented, as a vent in a top crust, piped in whipped cream, or carefully laid out in caramelized onions depending on the pie. And because she couldn't resist the visual pun any more now than she could the first time she celebrated Pi Day at the castle, a square apple pie (one of Bobby's favorites) and cherry tart (a recipe she'd learned from Sabine, the fruits a deep ruby red against white cream and pale crust that would have appealed to her cousin's aesthetics).
It wasn't the same as Pi Day at the castle, but there was a bustle and energy as people moved between the kitchens, the bakery, and the cafe, sitting to talk over a slice, or helping each other choose what to taste next. As long as Emma stayed busy, she could enjoy the memories without dwelling on the people she missed.
And there was pie. Everybody likes pie.
Re: Curnen - OTA
"Oh, some try," Curnen admitted. She'd ended up in the mess she had because of all people Rockhouse had tried to leave. "But it's where we belong. With our kin. The whole idea that you strike out on your own and maybe see your family once a year is just real alien."
Re: Curnen - OTA
Liz knew alien in a totally different sense.
"I want to move across the country when I'm out of high school... sometimes I wonder if I'll actually be able to. I'm surprised my parents are even letting me apply to Harvard." She half joked, then paused. "It must be weird to be here then without your, um, your family."
Re: Curnen - OTA
"Yep," Curnen agreed. "I never thought I've be so far from home in my life. 'Til last year I'd barely been out of Tennessee." And only then it had been touring with Rockhouse. She hardly wanted to count that, and not just because touring was an exhausting way to live.
Re: Curnen - OTA
"That's like me, except for New Mexico." Curnen was the first person she met here from a place in the states that wasn't considered one of the cooler or more interesting places like New York or California. It was kind of nice, considering Roswell and New Mexico were mostly forgettable.
"Do you... do you like it? Here, I mean?"
Re: Curnen - OTA
Re: Curnen - OTA
Liz could see that. It was harder for her to agree now that there was Peter in the picture, especially since Peter wasn't back home at all.
"A part of me worries about my parents, you know? Like, if I'm missing back home they must be really worried... but then other people think it's something to do with time flow so they won't even know I'm gone or - - I don't really know. But I still wonder what they're going to do if I never go back." And sometimes she didn't want to go back at all. Those thoughts made her feel the most guilty.
Re: Curnen - OTA
"Time don't work the same for everyone," Curnen agreed with a little nod. "And... yeah, it's hard not to worry. We can tell ourselves and each other that there ain't no point to it, but it happens anyway." The grand irony of Curnen's life was that now that she was gone, people probably remembered her better than when she was right there.
Re: Curnen - OTA
"Yeah..." Like falling in love with someone who wasn't Max Evans and it turning your world upside down. "...How long have you been here? At the Inn."
Re: Curnen - OTA
Curnen had to think about that. "August...? August. It was August." And unlike summer in the mountains, summer here had lingered and lingered well into the fall. September nights at home were already freezing.
Re: Curnen - OTA
So, not quite a year. "And I guess the longest anyone knows someone to have been here isn't a lot longer than that, huh?" She wondered if there was a time limit on how long you were allowed to stay. She wondered if her and Peter had a countdown clock.
Re: Curnen - OTA
"Nah, some arrived last Christmas or so?" Curnen hadn't been there, only heard tell of it, but that seemed to be the general consensus. "One of 'em left, but the other three are still here."
Re: Curnen - OTA
Liz nodded. So not too long ago. "Do you think... our presence here is finite?" She paused, then shook her head. "Nevermind." And she smiled. "Sorry, it's just something that crosses my mind sometimes."
Re: Curnen - OTA
Curnen blinked at that. Then she shoveled in the last bite of pie on her plate, swallowed after minimal chewing, and asked, "What's it you're really fussed about?"
Re: Curnen - OTA
"Oh! Um, nothing really." She flushed a little because she hadn't thought it was that obvious, but she supposed it was. "I was just... I was thinking how we make friends here -" And more than friends " and then.. what? I mean, we don't know how long we have, right? Or if one of us will go home before the other. And then... most people here won't go home to the same place..."
Re: Curnen - OTA
"Reckon that's so. But lemme tell you something, baby," Curnen said, setting her plate aside before she hugged her knees. "We never have any clue how much time we've got. Even with people we were born in the same town as. Ain't nobody guaranteed time with the people they love. You let that stop you, you're gonna be real fucking lonely."
Re: Curnen - OTA
She flushed a little, though she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the swearing, but it wasn't like she hadn't heard those words before or even recently. Maybe it was because she realized how right Curnen was and how silly she was being. Liz nodded.
"Your'e right." She thought about her grandmother. She had died suddenly and Liz had thought she was going to have more time with her. "Thanks." It kind of made her feel better, really, even though she was really going to have to go get changed. The pie was starting to make her shirt feel stiff and heavy.
"I should, um. I should change." Before a certain someone saw her and she felt more embarrassed. "Thank you, again."
Re: Curnen - OTA
"Sure thing." Curnen nodded. "I should get more pie." A knot had been forming in her stomach as she'd wondered how close she was going to let them wander to the subject of her husband, but ultimately she hadn't needed to touch it. She pushed to her feet and went to go get more food just to make sure it would stay that way.