When is a pastry fairy not a fairy? (spencer) BACKDATED TO BEFORE BAD THINGS HAPPEN

The whole reason she's here is, surprisingly, not the conversation she's had with Joel. That's only why she's here now.

She's been leaving things for Spencer - hell, she's been leaving things for everyone lately, because she's experimenting, and when Raleigh experiments in the kitchen there's always left overs because she tries to work in half-batches. Anything smaller than that makes the temps change, and she's trying to figure out new pastries, not burn them.

But... she's also been trying to leave them for people when they're not home. It's weird, but it seems way easier than every time explaining what she's made, having them say that she doesn't have to do this like it's a burden when she'd really rather just not throw them away and she doesn't particularly want to sell them. Her boss says that because they're not the things that are known - that have names, whatever, that they can be sold for fifty cents and marked as 'rejects', which is not exactly what Raleigh's trying to do here.

So she's been packaging them up with twine in the little bakery boxes and hooking them to people's doorknobs - even people she doesn't know, with a big marking on the top that says CONTAINS GLUTEN AND NUTS so she doesn't kill anyone. But today? Today she's not just leaving the box at Spencer's door, she's holding it in her hands when she rings the bell - and her face says anything besides Hey! Surprise! Another pastry! She's worried, and it shows.

We's goin' on a date, son. (Jason)

To say that Raleigh was nervous would have been the understatement of a century. Nevermind that she saw Jason every day, nevermind that she basically now had a tiny budget item actually set aside for Alfredo because there would be dog biscuits in his future pretty much every day - this was a date, which meant it was different from the other times she'd actually hung out with Jason, and so... she was wearing a dress. She curled her hair, borrowing the curling iron of the woman who owned the boarding house she was renting a room in. She was wearing a black sweater (which had a couple of flour-y handprints on it) and flipflops, and surprisingly...

She wasn't wearing pants. No leggings, no pants, no nothing, which meant that the scars on her leg were actually visible - but she figured if she was going to the effort of wearing a dress... whatever. Whatever, it wasn't like he didn't know there was something going on, at this point.

There's groceries, there's a plan (make dinner, go get Alfredo, go walking for a while), and jesus, she's even wearing makeup. It's like she's an actual grownup, and she leans against the wall of the bakery and for once, she really wishes for a cigarette even though she's only smoked every once in a while and gave them up when she ended up here without an ID and the fact that she doesn't look her age.

She's gonnnaaaaa fiiiiind youuuuuu (Les, backdated to pre date)

Raleigh, when she's on a mission, is something to be feared.

And right now? On a mission. She's got a cake box, she's got a notebook, and she's got a pen - and she's looking for Les. She knows what he looks like, but she doesn't have a last name, or an address, or anything - but she does have the fact that he could drop $35 on pastries without even blinking, and that's why she's got the cake box.

She's sitting outside the police station watching the world go by, until - there. There he is. She knew she'd see him sooner or later, and thankfully it's sooner. Standing, she moves towards him and then approaches him from the side as he walks down the street, clearing her throat. "Hi. Uh, I know this is weird, but... do you have a second?"

Because she's got a proposal for him.