A baker's case // Elodie&Piper blitz

[Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie]

Bailey giggled as she held a paper in her hand, excited about an opportunity to be on television. Her hand slapped down the flyer in front of me during lunch. Somehow she had already made up her mind that the both of us would be partaking in the bake off. My friend was the kind of girl ready to forge a signature if it meant she would be in front of the camera’s. Totally unimpressed when I decided to ask my mom first, I had finally sat out my grounding sentence from when I pushed my now best friend.

I was not sure, but I could not imagine my mother being happy about forging her signature the same way I convinced myself if I asked super nice she would never say no!

When the bell rang, I promised Bailey that I would give the flyer back but needed to take it home and show my mom. Why would she want it anyway if she just planned on signing her own permission slip. So eager to get started on our plan of what we would bake for the audition, it was disappointing to see mom with a client when I walked into the shop. Unable to sit still in anticipation, I grabbed Mr. Honey off of my very own desk, hugging him tight as I paced back and forth practicing my pitch in my head.

The cash register pinged as the client finalized their purchase and out the door she was, I wasted no time before rushing behind the counter to my mother. “Mr. Honey and I need five minutes of your time, just listen okay and you can talk afterwards but pleassse just hear me out and don’t say no…five minutes okay.” I pleaded hopefully waiting to see if she had the time to talk. The crumpled flyer sitting heavy in my pocket.

[d7m fraser birk ♚ frankel]

Piper Combes

Cacti have never been a popular product in the shop, they don’t grow in Nine, it is an import that takes a lot of paperwork at the Justice Building to get approved by rail. Now my shop is overrun by it, a special order by a Mrs Trunch and Miss Bull, not regulars of the florist. There are thirty-seven potted cacti of different shapes and sizes stacked up on the floor in front of the counter. The customers should’ve been here two hours ago to pick them up. They have been a conversation piece for the regulars who have been through the door.

They haven’t been the only centre piece of conversations though. There is a pile of flyers on my counter, each one brought in by an excited customer. ”You should enter this Piper!” I brushed away the first suggestion, ”I wouldn’t have the time.” But as the day has grown, so has my confidence. Maybe I will, it’ll be good to get out of the shop.

The school day is over and Elodie bursts through the door. My daughter is definitely hiding something. A mishap at school perhaps or she is about to ask me a favour while her pet his held tight in her arms.

”Elodie please, you know you can ask me anything.” I push one of the potted cacti out of the way with my foot so I can get closer to my daughter. ”The anticipation is killing me, pleasseee say it!” Her begging imitates her daughter’s.

[Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie]

I unfold the flyer in my pocket, before handing it to her. It did not take me long to memorize the words printed one it, in fact I had spent most of the way home staring at the paper whilst practicing my speech. My mother’s enthusiasm had given the extra boost of confidence that I would need to perfectly perform, never letting Mr. Honey leave the comfort of my chest.

“So, Bailey, she showed me this flyer at lunch today and well the mayor is holding a back off!. Bailey wanted us to forge yours’s and her mother’s signatures…” I stopped my speech for a second with my eyes widened acknowledging the confession that I had just made. My demeanor shifting as I wore my friends guilt as if it were my own chain. “Please don’t tell her mom that I said that.”

I held my breath for a second before choosing to ignore the slipup and continue my pitch. “I know you would much rather have me come and ask you, and see I am. You know how much I love to bake; didn’t I just make the best brownies the other day? And all the clients seemed to love my peanut butter cookies I made for the shop anniversary a few months ago.”

My baking may have not been fancy, but I knew the classics and I knew them well. Just imagine if you combined them with my sugar sweet face, no one could ever resist. Bailey and I as a duo would be unstoppable. My fingers crossed in front of by body and I bit my lip waiting for my mom to give her approval. “So, what do you think, are you ready to help your favorite daughter on her way to stardom…Elodie Combes, Baking prodigy and not forget incredible decorating skills.” My mind already imagining cakes with elodie flowers painted in pink icing.