Stories, Writing

Baking

Jett and Tucian arrived in the afternoon. “I heard someone needs a baking assistant?” Jett called, closing the door behind him.

“In here!” Avery called back from the kitchen. “Help!”

Jett and Tucian ran to the kitchen. There was white powder everywhere. The boys waved their hands around, tried not to inhale the dust, and walked in.

“Amara!” Tucian called. “You in here? Oof!” He grunted as something hit into him. He grabbed hold of familiar arms and pulled what he assumed was Amara into his own arms.

“Sorry!” Amara cried.

The powder started to settle to the floor and Jett saw Avery. “There you are!” Jett cried, reaching his hand out to her. She took his hand with a frown. They were all thoroughly covered in white powder.

“What happened?” Tucian looked down at the frosty woman in his arms.

“Amara happened!” Avery yelled. “This is why she isn’t allowed to cook!”

Amara thought she might have been mad at her, then Avery broke out laughing. She let out a long sigh of relief and smiled, her pink gums showing bright against the white.

“What?” Jett looked at Avery. “What is this stuff?”

“It’s flour,” Amara answered. “I was trying to help with Mom’s cake for tonight. I failed.”

“Epically,” Avery confirmed. “You are now, officially banned from any kitchen activity.”

“Yeah, that seems fair,” Amara agreed.

“How are we going to clean all this up? And is there any flour left for the cake?” Jett worried.

“There will be plenty left, don’t you worry. And leave the cleanup to me. I got skills.” Avery smiled and began waving her hands in circles.

Purple sparks swirled around the kitchen, sweeping the flour in breezy loops. It whisked the flour from every surface and person. It pulled Amara and Avery’s hair, stripping every last bit of flour, then poured their hair back down around their shoulders. Amara giggled as her hair was pulled and dropped. Tucian watched her in delight as the purple sparks swept over her and she twisted and turned with them.

After a few minutes, all the flour had been cleaned up.

“Sorry again, Avery,” Amara said shyly. “I really was trying to help.”

“That’s alright. But I think you better find something else to do while Jett and I make Mom’s cake now.”

“Will do.” Amara laughed and led Tucian out of the kitchen.

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