who ? marlene and sid when ? tuesday afternoon, 19th september where ? sid's flat what ? making (burning) apple cake & chatter status ? complete
Sid was looking forward to Marlene coming over. He'd asked her if she would at their last rehearsal and had been grinning away ever since she'd told him that she would. The way he'd put it to her was that he'd found his mother's recipe for apple cake, and did she want to come over to help him with making it?
He found Marlene easy to get on with. Well, he found everyone in the band easy to get on with, but he'd enjoyed himself last time he'd been over to her place, eating biscuits, talking music and playing her dad's song. It had felt like something pretty special to Sid and he'd been happy to do something like that again, so of course he'd asked her round. His flat was a mess. Well, sort of. It was messy in that Sid had his instruments lying about everywhere, with sheets of paper that contained his own musical short hand all over them strewn about the place. The kitchen had a large paper bag in it, filled with all the ingredients his mother's recipe dictated, but it was clean in here, at least. Because Sid honestly loved having a place to live and he did his best to take care of it even if he had managed to clutter it up with music since he'd moved in.
When the knock came, he leapt off the sofa where he'd been noodling away on the guitar and strode over to the door, opening it up and giving a grin to the ever wonderful singer and baker on the other side.
"Cheers, Marly," he said the moment he saw her stood there, "I can give you a bass line for anything but I tried to make this when I found it tucked away in the storage lock up I kept for them and I almost burned the kitchen down," he told her, not at all shy about his utter inability to do something so simple as bake a cake. "Come on in?" he asked, gesturing that she could make her way inside