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I have four different stories I should be writing. My stab at working on the next chapter of Displaced yielded a drabble out take instead that only one person I know will like. Well, I'm trying...
“We have brownies,” Willow said.
“I thought that they were truly mythical.” Ethan said.
“She means the kind you eat, honey,” Lorne said.
Willow blushed and blurted out, “I bake when I’m anxious.”
“Anything funny about them?” Ethan asked, eying the dark cake dubiously.
“No! They’re just cake no wacky chocolate, and no funny herbs magic or otherwise.” Willow defended her baking.
“Pity.” Ethan said and took a cake.
“Go ahead sweetness, they are almost as yummy as you are,” Lorne said.
“They are good. If I wasn’t taken I’d consider keeping you on edge.”
“I want that recipe, Willowkins.”
“We have brownies,” Willow said.
“I thought that they were truly mythical.” Ethan said.
“She means the kind you eat, honey,” Lorne said.
Willow blushed and blurted out, “I bake when I’m anxious.”
“Anything funny about them?” Ethan asked, eying the dark cake dubiously.
“No! They’re just cake no wacky chocolate, and no funny herbs magic or otherwise.” Willow defended her baking.
“Pity.” Ethan said and took a cake.
“Go ahead sweetness, they are almost as yummy as you are,” Lorne said.
“They are good. If I wasn’t taken I’d consider keeping you on edge.”
“I want that recipe, Willowkins.”
