What's A Little Burned Brownies Among Friends? [tag: Idun and Philotes]
For a brief moment earlier in the day, laying a bed just a bit longer than she should have, she considered running off to visit Tyr before the girls came by her house later. It was going to be a surprise. She thought if she did her morning run, got everything situated like she needed to for the day that she could easily slip out about 2 pm, which was around 1 am in Demark if her world clock was correct, and hang out for a few hours before returning to Lana'i. That thought was quickly changed when she pulled up the weather app on her phone and saw that it was cold and raining in Denmark. Screw that. It was temperate and mostly sunny in Lana'i. Low 70s and dry in Hawai'i or low 40s and raining in Denmark. Yeah, no.
Besides, her friends were coming by and she had to prepare.
It wasn't as if Harmonia kept a messy home. That had never been her way, not as a child, not as a teenager, not as a Queen when she had others to clean up after her and certainly not now. Her preparations were more about taking a trip to the market and then setting up munchies and beverages.
It hadn't taken long. She had enough time left over that she made a brave attempt at brownies. She tried so hard, followed recipes to the letter, and still somehow always ended up in failure whenever she tried to bake. But the box mix of brownies seemed foolproof, right? They mixed up easy enough, they smelled amazing as they baked and of course the batter in the bowl was sampled and found to be delicious. See, she could show Lottie that she was not completely retarded in the kitchen.
Or was she?
Out of the oven, it was cooling for a bit as Harmonia hovered over the pan and frowned. How? How did this happen? How did it go wrong? She did everything as she was supposed to! How was the center perfect but the outside inch or so burned beyond the point of being edible? “Oh, dammit,” she pouted.
Maybe she could just cut the burned part off? Even Bubbles seemed upset by the burned brownies and she couldn't even see them. But the pig was still squealing unhappily and left the kitchen as fast as her little hooves would take her.
"Fine!" She called after her pig, "You weren't going to get any, anyway! Just squeal when they get here..."