Who: Eve/Matt/Savannah What: witchy things When: during b&w sitcom plot Where: Sav’s house Rating: low Status: Closed; Completed Gdoc
Savannah liked her stepfather well enough. He treated her mother well and provided stability for both herself and her mom. Though he wasn’t too keen on the witchy stuff. Not that Savannah didn’t think he had his own secrets, but Matt tended to ask them to hide that side from when he had visitors, like his niece and her father.
Tonight she’d come home from work at her secretarial job. Savannah knew she should get married, but she hadn’t yet met anyone worthy yet and her mother seemed fine with keeping her at home at the moment.
But she liked her job. Even if she did work for her stepfather. Sav stayed late to finish some typing, and arrived home. “I’m home!” She wiggled her nose and a cup of tea appeared in her hands.
“Savannah! My boss is coming for dinner soon. None of that please.” She smiled. “Golly gee, Pops. I’m sorry.”
Matt hated that he sometimes was too hard on the witches in his life, but he worried about what might happen otherwise. Not to mention, his own abilities which he hadn’t even told his wife about. He didn’t want to be found out that he could see through sonar.
“I’m sure you are. Do you know where your mother is?” he asked as he ruffled her hair. “Any dates lined up this weekend?”
“I have been shopping.” She poofed into the living room in a blink. Her arms had several shopping bags dangling from it and Eve had a wide smile on her face. Her entrance was followed by applause and it seemed as if Eve paused long enough for the applause before she continued. “I thought Savannah and I needed something nice to wear tonight.” And Eve liked to shop. It helped she could often convince people to give her a discount with a few bats of her eyelashes.
“Hello Mom,” Savannah greeted her mother, waiting until the applause finished, obviously. She walked over and hugged Eve. Given how much Savannah loved clothing, she would never turn down a new dress. Plus, she trusted her mother’s taste. “I should go fix my hair.” And, with a wiggle of her nose, her hair looked perfect, which earned her an applause. Savannah curtsied.
“Hello dear,” Matt greeted his wife, with a kiss to the cheek. “Perhaps you two can keep the witchcraft to a minimum tonight? I need everything to go swimmingly so I’ll get that raise.” As long as no one asked Matt what he actually did. He didn’t really know, which did not strike him as odd. Matt disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared a moment later, with a cocktail for his wife and a Shirley Temple for his stepdaughter. The audience gasped at the reversal of gender norms, but Matt found an odd calmness to mixing drinks.
One of the things that Eve liked about Matt was that he was a little unconventional, even if he had a bit of an issue with them so freely using magic.
Taking the drink with a ‘thank you’ and a chase kiss to the cheek, Eve took a sip and smiled - it clearly tasted delightful. “Well alright, I suppose we can keep it to a minimum for your boss. But I hope you don’t expect us to actually cook something without help. I’m not sure your boss will be happy if he’s sick because I decided to try to cook on my own.”
Savannah snorted (very unladylike, she knew), at the image of either her or her mother cooking. Eve did not win over Savannah’s stepfather with her cooking prowess. She rolled her eyes at the Shirley Temple, given she was of legal age to drink. But apparently her stepfather’s boss had opinions about an unmarried woman drinking alcohol.
“I would definitely prefer no poisoning.” Savannah could cook a little better than her mother, thanks to her Aunt Paige, but not well. “Are we feeling more casserole or more pot roast?”
Matt didn’t see any reason to not help out his wife and stepdaughter. He loved them and found their witchiness endearing, just not when it involved his boss. But, unfortunately, Matt had even less talent in the kitchen than the two women in his life.
“How about baked spaghetti?” He smiled at his wife’s kiss. “Savannah likes it.” Matt knew his boss would eat whatever was served and didn’t seem particularly picky.
“Baked spaghetti it is.” That would seem simple to most, but she’d definitely need some help. This was especially true since she wanted to impress Matt’s boss and you couldn’t do that with soggy noodles could you? “I’ll be right back.”
She winked at Matt and headed for the kitchen as the doorbell rang, signifying the boss had arrived. Inside the kitchen, Eve found the pot and filled it with water. That she could do manually. But making sure that dinner was cooked on time and tasty? That would need some help.
Savannah already started pulling out ingredients. While she failed in the kitchen more often than not, the younger witch at least understood what ingredients went into which recipes. She would change after they finished cooking.
“Here are the noodles, Mom,” Savannah said, handing them to Eve. She used magic to unscrew the top of a sauce jar, the audience giggling.
Matt walked to the door, and opened it, knowing his boss had gotten used to his employee answering the door and not Eve. He’d check in on the two women once he got his boss settled.
“Bob!” he exclaimed, before Matt took and hung up the coat and led his boss to the living room, where a drink awaited him.
“Matthew! Your wife always knows exactly what drink I want.” Actually Matthew did, but no matter. He did wince at the sound of a lid (or something) hitting the kitchen floor “I’ll be right back.”
Sometimes Eve forgot that their pots got hot even with the rubber handle. So when she picked up the pot to put the sauce in, she’d panicked a bit at the heat and dropped pan and the sauce. Thankfully only the pan hit the floor and she’d managed to keep the jar from hitting the ground and shattering - a sound that would be hard to miss. Of course, it did mean that the sauce was on the floor and all over Eve at the moment. The audience only laughed when Matt entered the room moments later.
“I know it doesn’t look ideal, but I can fix this.” With magic, obviously. She glanced to make sure there wasn’t an angle from the living room to see her and then twitched her nose. Things seemed to move in reverse and suddenly Eve’s dress was clean again and the pot was on the stove again and the jar in her hand. “Let’s try that again, shall we?”
Without touching the pot this time, she poured the sauce into the pot. It didn’t even occur to her that the pot didn’t need to be preheated for the sauce - that was how little she actually cooked.
With that out of the way, she turned to Matt. “How’s Bob?” As she waited for the answer, she glanced to Savannah to make sure her little spell also kept her daughter sauce-free.
Savannah watched and couldn’t hide her horror as everything seemed to go wrong at once. Train wrecks had nothing on her and her mother attempting to cook. She glanced at Bob, who seemed to be admiring one of Savannah’s art pieces. “You’re good,” she whispered and then watched as her mom performed magic. Thankfully the sauce avoided her dress originally, so no mess on her end.
Matt groaned. His boss called out to him and Matt straightened up, just in time to accidentally turn into Savannah who now wore her Shirley Temple. Swell. The audience gasped and laughed.
“Okay. Okay. We can save this,” although if he was trying to reassure himself or his wife, who could say?
She’d be damned if Matt didn’t get a raise or praise from a failed dinner party and so Eve straightened up. In a whisper, she looked at her daughter and her husband. “Savannah, you freshen up. Matt and I will go distract Bob.”
She turned away from the living room, then turned back and she was holding a plate of pigs in a blanket. She walked out into the living room with a wide smile. “I hope you brought your appetite.” Eve was being overly nice which was her M.O. when she was trying to impress someone who was ‘normal’.
“My daughter is just freshening up. She’ll be joining us in a minute.”
Matt smiled as his wife entered the living room, drawing attention away from the kitchen, but not obviously which worked in everyone’s favour. Bob asked about the noise and Matt lied with a smile. “Just a dropped lid. No other disasters.” That Bob could or would see. Bob helped himself to a couple appetizers with a thank you.
Sav double checked then changed quickly. As far as she knew Bob hadn’t seen her in her first dress. She cast a spell so she could come down the stairs anyway, because freshening up in the kitchen seemed a bit strange.
She entered the living room and smiled. “Dinner should be ready shortly.” Hopefully without any other disasters and a raise for her stepdad.