Savannah Posey (jurisdoctor) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-10-03 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [10] october, maizie wolfe, savannah posey |
Who: Savannah Posey and Maizie Wolfe
Where: their kitchen
What: cookie baking and blowing off steam
When: October 2nd, mid-morning
This was the way things stood: Liv was a little over halfway through her quarantine. Which should have been good news, because once you'd already made it through so many days, another few shouldn't have been so hard. What was four, when six were already in the bag? And maybe Maizie would have been happier, or at least more optimistic, if she didn't have the fact that tomorrow was their one year kissaversary to think about. A whole year to celebrate, and no one to celebrate it with. In an effort to distract both herself and Savannah -- who Maizie was almost certain was really feeling a lot more upset than she was showing most of the time -- they were deploying emergency cookie baking. Liv and Pete and Nathan needed new care packages anyway, and there weren't a lot of things that beat fresh cookies. “Wow, I can't even remember the last time I baked … anything.” Maizie looked along the line of ingredients laid out on the counter, impressed despite herself. Finn was sniffing around her feet, like he hoped she might drop some crumb while she was working, and Maizie reached down to scratch his ears. “So music. Yes or no?” “Well it wasn’t like we really could until we moved here. But I know what you mean. Ain’t it weird that the city has restaurants and bakeries now?” Savannah asked with a laugh. There was only so much moping around a person could take so Savannah was more than grateful for the cookie baking distraction. Looking up from her measuring cup, she smiled at Maizie, nodding her head. “Yeah, music would be good. I’ll even listen to One Direction if you want,” she teased. Maizie rolled her eyes, in a momentary throwback to the earliest days of their relationship, but it was done with a good-natured smile now. And, sure enough, the first tune that came belting out of her phone was ‘No Control.’ If Savannah was going to give her free reign, of course Maizie was gonna play 1D. “Don't worry, it's a mixed playlist,” she said, turning back to Savannah. Then, going back to the earlier question, she added, “It is weird to have restaurants and stuff. I guess we could've saved ourselves some trouble by just getting doughnuts, but I dunno. I like that we’re doing it. You wanna run the mixer and I'll pass over ingredients?” “Nah, I like that we’re makin’ them too. And I think everyone will appreciate it more, too. So long as they taste good,” Savannah said, shifting the mixer further out on the counter and plugging it in. The recipe they’d picked out was an easy one, and more importantly, one they had all the ingredients for. Going to Walker’s seemed like an invitation for disaster, but luckily they’d managed to buy what they needed and get out unscathed. Maize measured out the butter and sugar and Savannah poured them in the mixing bowl before turning it on, using a low setting at first. The last thing they wanted was ingredients flung all over the kitchen. With the song reaching the chorus, Savannah couldn’t help but hum along (lord knows she’d heard it enough) but maybe for the first time, she actually paid attention to the words. “Why is he outta control with a loaded gun?” She asked, a confused look on her face. “I didn't know One Direction was so dangerous.” Maizie was looking ahead at the recipe so she could get the next ingredient, the eggs, ready to add. She looked up at Savannah's remark and a frown crossed her face. “What do you mean?” The words had barely left her mouth when it dawned on her just what part of the song Savannah was talking about and it all clicked into place. Waking up, beside you I'm a loaded gun… Maizie’s eyes widened slightly and she covered her mouth with both hands to smother a giggle. “Oh my god, it's not, like a real gun.” She snickered again and gave Savannah a pointed look. “He's talking about his penis. You know, because she's so sexy in the morning or whatever, and he woke up hard.” “Maizie Lou Wolfe!” Savannah cried out, clearly shocked and scandalized by her daughter’s words. “That is dirty!” And to think, Maizie had been listening to this before the zombies came. That was just too young to be listening to this kind of content! In a weird way, though she had obviously watched Maizie grow up these past few years and watched her turn into a young woman, a part of her would always still be that little girl. “Are all their songs like this?” It was such a mom reaction. Exactly the kind of thing that would have driven Maizie up a wall a couple of years ago. It not only felt super normal now, it actually made her want to give Savannah a big, grateful bear hug. “No, most of their songs are pretty innocent, I guess. And it’s not like they’re whipping their junk out onstage or anything.” Maizie fiddled with her phone for a second, putting a couple other suggestive songs in the queue just to see how Savannah would react. “Actually, you know there’s a dance to this that they did on one of the late night talk shows. I could show it to you, but only if you promise to do it too.” Though neither one of them was really in the best headspace for dancing, Maizie couldn’t help but feel like it might make things feel a little lighter, at least for a while. And with the music already playing, it seemed like the natural thing to do. “Good to know. Otherwise I think I’d have to take back sayin’ that we could listen to One Direction,” she teased. Savannah was determined for them to have a good day, and despite still feeling a bit scandalized about the fact that Maizie had just discussed morning wood, she nodded at Maizie’s suggestion, laughing a bit. “Okay, I’ll do the dance. Let’s see it then.” “Okay!” Picking up her phone, Maizie rewound the song so they could hit the right spot in the chorus. “I guess it's really more like hand gestures, since the lower body doesn't even really do anything.” As the music started going again, she walked Savannah through each step from the pillowed hands on ‘waking up’ through the finger waggle of ‘no control’. “This’ll be fun!” she said, sending a sideways glance in her mom's direction, along with a smile. A little too bright? Maybe. But Maizie was determined. “Ready? Here comes the chorus.” Savannah followed the gestures as they were demonstrated to her, even including the part where she pointed to her metaphorical penis and called it a “loaded gun”, simply because she hadn’t seen Maizie smile like that in several days. And ultimately, if there was something Savannah could do to make this easier for her daughter, then she absolutely wanted to do it. It seemed like she was always a few fractions of a seconds behind what Maizie was doing, but for learning the movies a minute ago, it didn’t go as badly as Savannah had predicted. After one last wag of her “no control” fingers, she dropped her hands to her side and laughed. “Well there’s one thing I never thought I’d do.” Only a split second after the words were out of Savannah’s mouth, Maizie had already wrapped her arms around her in a big hug. For a moment there, laughing together as they stumbled through the motions of the song, she'd forgotten all about quarantines and countdowns and Olivia’s cold. It had felt really, really good to take a step back, even if it didn't last, and she knew she had Savannah to thank for that feeling. So many of the good things in her life were thanks to the fact that this woman had stepped up when Maizie needed her most. “Nathan’s wrong, you know.” The words seemed to spill out on their own, but once they had she knew exactly what she needed to say. “Dad loved you. I know he did. But … sometimes just loving someone isn’t good enough. It doesn't mean he gave you as much as you deserved.” Maizie pulled back to look at Savannah’s face, unaware that somewhere in that rush of words she'd started crying. “And I just want you to know that I know that too.” Savannah felt her stomach drop as her arms numbly came up to hug Maizie back. This wasn’t something she ever wanted to discuss with Maizie because what kind of person was she if she spoke poorly of a girl’s dead father? How dare Savannah put the burden of questioning Gray’s love onto his daughter’s shoulders? “That wasn’t--It was just Nathan sayin’ mean things to hurt me. This ain’t somethin’ you should worry about, honey,” Savannah said quietly, reaching up to wipe at the tears running down Maizie’s cheek. “I know, but I am worried about it.” Maizie bit her lip, eyes searching Savannah’s face for some clue of what the older woman might not be saying. Because telling her not to worry wasn’t the same thing as saying that there wasn’t any truth to what she and Nathan had been arguing about. “It’s just -- I thought maybe Nathan knows something that I don’t, and the idea of something like that hurting you makes me really sad.” The oven beeped from behind them, signaling that it was preheated and serving as a reminder of the task at hand. Maizie didn’t even glance at it. She was too intent on the subject they were discussing. “I just want you to be happy now, whatever shape that takes for you. That’s what’s most important.” “No, honey, Nathan doesn’t know shit. That’s why… that’s why it was so mean. My brother is an idiot and he’s constantly out doin’ himself on his own title. Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt, though. I miss your dad but it ain’t like everythin’ was perfect. That’s just somethin’ I have to live with, though,” Savannah said, trying to keep herself as steady as possible. What she wanted to do was cry about how lonely she’d been this past year but that wasn’t fair to Maizie in the slightest. She was the adult -- the parent -- in this situation and it was her job to act like it. Forcing a smile, she added, “I think I heard the oven beep. Should we finish the dough? Don’t think we have much left.” For a moment Maizie didn't move, because she was pretty sure that Savannah wasn't quite as okay as she was putting on. But what could she do about it? Keep an eye on her, for one, and make this the best darn cookie baking experience for another. With a nod, she reached for her phone to queue up a new genre. Maizie didn't listen to country all that much anymore, since it made her think about Dad and about West Virginia, but some things just called for a little Shania. As the first notes of ‘Man! I Feel Like a Woman!’ filled the kitchen, she nodded again and flashed a smile as Savannah. “Okay, Mom, let's bake the crap out of some cookies.” |