WHO: Honey and Xander WHEN: May 13, Afternoon WHERE: Their apartment. WHAT: Finding out some THINGS.
Honey was having an 'off' day. It had started out wrong, with her breakfast coming right back up after she'd eaten it, and just went downhill from there. The hope that breakfast had been a fluke, brought on by her scarfing the food down too quickly as she literally ran out the door, was proven incorrect when she'd thrown up a second time on her way to the bakery. Thankfully, nobody was around to see it, though she still felt guilty that there was now a pile of vomit in the middle of the sidewalk. If she'd had any means of cleaning it up, she would have. None of it had gotten onto her outfit, at least, which Honey took as a sign that things were looking up.
That sign was very, very wrong.
Once at the shop, one she'd actually accepted help from Xander to buy for herself, everything that could go wrong there did. For the first time in her life, she burned every batch of cupcakes she tried to make. When she finally gave up and decided to try for cookies, she'd put salt in them instead of sugar and had promptly gotten sick again when she tried them. After a pan of tarts came out flat and oozing a liquid that was most definitely not the filling, Honey decided to give up. She told the rest of the employees she was going home sick but she'd be available on her cell phone should they need her. In the mood she was in, Honey doubted anyone would call. They were too stunned to see her normally sunny and sweet self in such a rotten temper.
Returning home, she set her keys on the hook by the door as she slipped off the light cover-up she wore over the cropped top and shorts ensemble. Her stomach was still a bit queasy, though it also rumbled with hunger, causing her to shuffle into the kitchen without doing more than grunting a greeting towards Xander and Christian on the couch in the living room.