Pumpkin Glow, well, glowed at Briar's enthusiasm. She had suspected, well, hoped that he would be so eager. He enjoyed so much of her other treats, whether they be pies or tarts or cookies. The latter he had admitted to enjoy the best upon their first meeting. It had inspired her to try and expand her cookie variety, which in turn lead her to the creation of this recipe. Oh, Dreamer, she hoped that he would like it. She'd made it with him in mind... No, it was more than that, really. She'd made it
for him.
"I'm relieved to hear that you're up to the task!" She said with the beginning of a laugh in her voice. Her ears perked up at the notion that he had a question, but it seemed to be swept away by his excitement in regards to her bakery. Well, she'd ask about it in a moment. Her cheeks warmed, but not for embarrassment as he went on about how excited he was to see her kitchens.
"Goodness, well I do hope you aren't let down. I'm afraid it may not be everything you make it out to be." She admitted. She hoped the sight of her kitchens weren't so utterly underwhelming that he didn't want to visit anymore. Was there a chance of that happening? Should she have decorated it in some manner that he may have found enticing? She beckoned with her tail for him to follow her. "Well, come on then. Let's see if it lives up to your expectations." She said, only to laugh at his last comment.
She hadn't realized that she'd not informed him about her living arrangements.
"I
do live here." She told him. "Though not in the kitchens. My bedroom and kitchen are separated."
Barely. She thought, but pushed that thought aside. She started up the stairs ahead of Briar. At the top of the staircase was a hallway that had only one door. She pushed it open and was greeted with the comforting smell of pumpkin spice. That scent always lingered in her kitchen, even on an occasion like this where pumpkin was not the center flavor of the cookie she'd made that day. The wallpaper of her kitchen had
pumpkin print. Some of her dishcloths were orange. There was a table in the center, made out of a a sturdy, glossed wood. There were counters that had marble counter tops, something that had cost her a pretty bit to have installed in, but it was worth it. There was everything a kitchen should have. It was equipped exactly like a bakery kitchen would, but... at the corner was a smaller fridge and a smaller sink. Her personal utilities, not for her job. She hoped he wouldn't move to open it. She would have to explain why there was so much chocolate in the fridge-her guilty pleasure. Fancy chocolates, not pumpkin spice cookies, was what made her mouth water. She wasn't sure she could stand for him to find out and laugh at her over it. She was well aware of the irony of her taste buds.
Beyond the kitchen there were two doors. One that led to the restroom, yes, bath and all. The other that led to her bedroom. Great Dreamer, had she even locked that door? He could go through her personal fridge all he wanted, but she would die of embarrassment if he saw the state of her room.
Turning, she looked at Briar Patch warily.
"It's not much..." She admitted. "And I'm sure it's not quite what you may have been, um, hoping for, but... it's practical. And the real magic is in the pastries..." She shifted her hooves in her growing anxiety. Was it unremarkable? Did he hate it? Was he bored already? Was he still willing to be her taste tester? "What... do you think?" She asked tentatively.
@Moonie
