genessia | 08 | Bringer of Apple Pies~ [Closed]

WHO: Airy Miller (

stairsbro), Jefferson (

magicsprice) if he wishes to appear in the house!
WHAT: Airy is the bringer of apple pies.
WHERE: Jefferson's & Dave's House.

[Knowing Dave's affection for apples made Airy make two pies instead of one. It isn't that she thinks Dave incapable of sharing, she just doesn't want him to have to when its something he loves. The recipe is from her mother who was the queen of making perfectly amazing baked goods; Airy affectionately gave her mother the nickname 'Queen of BakeSales' though that's only a memory now.

She doesn't actually know someone else is staying here since Dave and Jefferson both failed to mention it to her.

Airy balances the pies on her left arm and quickly finagles the key into the lock. Once it's in she flicks the door open and uses her hip to step inside. She has to awkwardly get her key back before heading towards the counter to place down the two apple pies.]

Hey! Anyone home? You better be because I brought something!

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[ Jefferson hadn't been doing a whole lot of anything short of making fussy adjustments to one of his maps, but he was wrapped up in the activity enough that he didn't think much of the door opening until he heard Airy's voice. He doubted either Dave nor Gold would mess with anything so he didn't bother to put his work away before heading toward the kitchen. He smiled when he saw her, tilting his head and shrugging playfully. ]

I might be home, might not. [ There was a casual gesture toward the counter then. ] What's the big occasion?

[ dave's crossed legged on the floor in the living room, taking up the entire coffee table with his little set up, remixing something or other and bobbing his head - at least until airy just lets herself in again. he's turning his head and watching her without getting up or taking his headphones off. mumbling to himself under his breath. ]

And here's Airy, who at some point acquired a fucking key because we've reached stupid levels at this point. We might as well have keys to Casa de Strider. Do I even have a spare key? No, I sure don't. Why don't you have a spare key, Dave? Well, for some fucking reason the girl that keeps breaking in has it and the second copy is currently being possessed by a guest my roommate invited over for an extended period of time. Why the fuck would you give the person breaking in constantly a key, Dave? Because I've lost control of my life. It's like a public space up in here. There's someone that walks right in and loads the fridge. My dresser mysteriously has a drawer reserved for someone else's clothes. Might as well wake up at like five fucking am and make them all god damn pancakes because my hospitality apparently knows no fucking bounds... -Am I smelling pie? That better be fucking pie.

Edited 2016-07-15 05:02 (UTC)

[Airy stops by at least once a week if not more though she doesn't know the extent of the foot traffic that transverses Dave and Jefferson's home. She'd been given a key, presumably because they got tired answering the door when she'd arrive. Her head turns toward Dave and she smiles brightly.]

Yup, a whole pie for you, as promised.

[She looks back over at Jefferson as she takes a seat at the counter.]

I made a bunch for the 4th party, it's a recipe my mom taught me and I was making one for Dave so I made one for you too. [And like 3 other people but details.] Try it, it's good.

[ Jefferson always enjoyed her visits, so Airy having a key only seemed natural. She was family. Or maybe he just liked giving people keys too much? He looked as if he was actually deeply entertaining the thought for a minute or so, but his eyes traveled in the direction of Dave's mumbled rambles pretty quickly. He still seemed to be off on some train of thought or another until Airy addressed him, which made him raise his eyebrows and point to himself. ]

For me too? [ And he was back to his usual smile. ] I'm sure that must have taken quite a bit of work. I'll have no choice but to oblige your request. [ He tipped his hat in a teasing manner. ] Thank you kindly.

[ He doubted Dave would get up and retrieve the dishes and silverware on his own, so he set off to do it himself. ]

[ Dave doesn't even remember they actually own dishes and silverware half the time. He'll just eat things out of their containers with a plastic fork if nobody stops him.

He relocates himself to the counter, pulling one of them towards himself ]

Hell yeah. Pie. S'not as special if Jeff gets a pie too but damn. You went baking crazy. Way to go. [ This entire one is his, right? He's just going to stick a finger in it and taste it that way then. ]

Edited 2016-07-16 16:43 (UTC)

[She smiles towards Jefferson.] It isn't so bad. It's easier to make two at a time than it is just after each other and I bought a lot of apples. [Too many apples.]

Not that I think you'll eat a whole pie. [She quickly adds almost stumbling over her words.] You can share it if you want.

[Airy's attention then turns to Dave, who she assumes is just going to eat the pie right out of the pie pan. It is reason number two that she just made two pies.] It's still special Dave because the whole time I made this one I was thinking of you. [So there.]

And I only went a little crazy.

[Dave can finger his pie all he wants.]

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