Maeve
The laugher is music to her ears and her heart feels lighter just hearing it. Matching Soleil’a smile as she draws back from her quest to eat the little girl up, Maeve hums in thought. ”We should probably start with the flour. First rule of baking, dry ingredients before wet.” She explains, handing Sol a measuring cup so she might scoop the flour out into the bowl that’s waiting. ”We need three cups of flour. Make sure it’s even by scraping off the top.”
This was one of the few recipes Maeve actually knew how to make. She wasn’t the best cook or baker, but her cookies had been perfected since Edmund was born. The two had many a tea party that demanded cookies. What else was she supposed to do besides learn? ”After that comes the baking soda and salt.”
This was one of the few recipes Maeve actually knew how to make. She wasn’t the best cook or baker, but her cookies had been perfected since Edmund was born. The two had many a tea party that demanded cookies. What else was she supposed to do besides learn? ”After that comes the baking soda and salt.”
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
