Ned (ned_thepiemaker) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-02-23 00:54:00 |
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Ned was quite pleased that the pies had gone over well with his fellow not-kidnapped. It gave him an excuse to continue stress baking and pretend that it was not stress baking. He just had a lot of people who wanted pie and he didn't want to disappoint them. So he'd gotten up very early, made his way to the kitchen, and tied on an apron that he hoped didn't belong to someone else. He dug deep into the fridges and the pantries, pulling out any of the less-than-fresh fruit and set up on one of the kitchen counters closest to the oven. He didn't particularly like this kitchen. It was well appointed and everything worked and it surely would have been expensive, but it was...cold. Dark. Too shiny and without personality. The whole hotel felt dull and not quite colorful enough for Ned. It didn't help the feeling of dread that had settled somewhere in the pit of his stomach almost as soon as he'd arrived. He already had a few pies in the oven behind him and some crusts for icebox pies on the counter next to him as he went through some rotting strawberries, picking them up one-by-one so they came back to life quickly going from dark and shriveled to bright red and perfectly ripe again. He'd then cut them with his other (gloved) hand, and let them fall into a bowl nearby. He was quickly lost in thought, remembering a girl he called Chuck and doing almost this same thing, but with her by his side. |