ʙᴇᴠ (mollyringwald) wrote in snapthread, @ 2020-01-05 09:13:00 |
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Alright, so she'd been a little bit behind on her goal of holiday baking, thanks to figuring out presents and all those wacky adventures through doors. And, truthfully, it wasn't like in the past Beverly had pulled out trays from the oven, having time to create gingerbread people with their gumdrop buttons and invoke that Christmas spirit - but she'd always liked the idea of it. So, here in town - in a new place - she decided to see if she could start a new tradition (the 'bake a batch of cookies 10 days after Christmas' tradition) and follow the directions on a bag of chocolate chips she'd picked up from what constituted a grocery store in town (or the bodega, really) to make, gasp, chocolate chip cookies. They actually turned out okay and she would know because she sampled one, so she would allow a little bit of pride in her work even if she was no Pioneer Woman. Besides, the cookies would come in handy for the next part of her plans, which involved the one lone joint in a plastic baggie - she and Richie would have to share, but she didn't mind because if she had a whole joint to herself she'd end up passed out on the floor or something, and you'd have to scrape her off with a spatula. So, after she let out Billie Holidog to go potti and gave her a Kong stuffed with peanut butter and a treat, she carried a tin of cookies (the whole house smelled like a sweets shop, wasn't it great?) and a bag of Cheetos up the stairs. "Richie!" Bev knocked on his and Eddie's door. "I need your help." |