Raleigh Harper / Emily Watkins (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
callmeemily) wrote2014-07-06 05:09 pm
callmeemily) wrote2014-07-06 05:09 pm
COOKIES well they're baking lessons - hopefully they don't burn down the house. (Levi)
You request a baking lesson, and you get a girl standing on your doorstep at 9AM with a bag over her shoulder. This time, there's no crutches; there's no crutches, and even though Levi had said he'd get the ingredients, she's got more, because she found out a yesterday that she can bake again. She can bake, and that means they're not just making cookies, even though they were still going to make those.
She wonders about making this a thing, the teaching, but then Raleigh realises that she'd rather have it be like this. Friends, and teaching, not anything more formalized. There's sort of an elephant in the room, the sort of elephant that she doesn't know if it can be banished with cookies and well-intentioned half-explanations, but she figures she does want to be honest; she can't go around with half the town knowing her name and the other not. But they'd get to that bridge when they come to it.
So she rings the bell - not needing a cab, she wanted the walk, she needed it because she's been too long on crutches - and waits.
She wonders about making this a thing, the teaching, but then Raleigh realises that she'd rather have it be like this. Friends, and teaching, not anything more formalized. There's sort of an elephant in the room, the sort of elephant that she doesn't know if it can be banished with cookies and well-intentioned half-explanations, but she figures she does want to be honest; she can't go around with half the town knowing her name and the other not. But they'd get to that bridge when they come to it.
So she rings the bell - not needing a cab, she wanted the walk, she needed it because she's been too long on crutches - and waits.
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"You're a good man," she says softly, and she reaches to take his hand, and she squeezes it tightly, for just a second. It's not a handshake, it's something else, and it's weird, the way she just is all-in, with him and Les and Lara and likely Corry. The people who were there, she's put so much stock in them because she believes in them, because she knows that they're good.
"Thank you," she says as she lets go, her head bent for only a moment as she pulls in a deep breath. She's not going to think about it, anymore. She can't. She forces herself to stop, her eyes flicking to the bowl. "So... yeah," she says, even though her heart's a lot less in it than it was. "You cream together the butter and the sugar."
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"Are you kidding? Thank you for not making fun of the fact that my name is 'Leviticus'," he said, grinning at her as he started to mash together the butter and the sugar. She could call it 'creaming' all she wanted but it was just mixing and mashing.
He knew that what she had said was just a big deal for her but he was equally sure that she didn't want to act like it was a big deal. If she wanted to tell him more he'd listen but for now he figured that focusing on baking would be best. Levi had a sense that it's what they both really wanted to be doing at the moment.
"But there, I think this is creamed now."