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Sorry it's late - yesterday was mad Christmas shopping! Traveling now, but the computer is coming with me, so I should have today's up tonight! Only 3 more days - can you guys stand it????
December 22
“Schrodinger, hurry up! We want to start!” Sarah called from the tea room, and Molly laughed.
“Go!” she said, shooing the CrossCat off his stool. “I’ll finish these – it sounds like they’re just waiting for you. And you’ve been waiting for this.”
Schrodinger didn’t need much encouragement. He hopped down and shot out of the room like he’d been stung by something. Molly laughed again and turned her attention back to the tea cakes cooling on the rack behind her. She and Schrodinger had been trying to decide how to decorate them, and she still wasn’t sure.
She’d adapted her gingerbread recipe, making it into fluffy cupcake-sized tea cakes, a little spicier and less sweet than normal cupcakes. Now, she chewed on her lower lip as she pondered options. Frost them with a cream cheese frosting? Dust with powdered or cinnamon sugar? Stud with candied orange and lemon and cherries? Decisions, decisions….
“Are you expecting them to do something?” Drew said from behind her. “Like talk, or do tricks? Because if that’s the case, I’m not sure I want to eat them, and they look really tasty.”
“I hope not,” Molly said, turning around and grinning. “Because then I think I’d be violating a bunch of international laws. Isn’t there something about not selling sentient beings?”
“You’ve made sentient cupcakes?” he asked, coming around the island and pulling her into his arms. “I’ve fallen in love with a goddess!”
She laughed. “Hardly. Just a kitchen witch.” His words made her glow within. “I’m trying to decide how to decorate them.”
Drew dropped a light kiss on her upturned lips. “What flavor?”
“Gingerbread.” Molly wanted to just melt into his arms, but she knew she had work to do and, sighing, extricated herself. “I’m torn between dusting with cinnamon sugar and frosting with cream cheese.”
He frowned at the cupcakes. “I dunno, the cream cheese frosting sounds good, but a bit heavy.”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“What about the icing that you did on the gingerbread men?” he suggested, and Molly blinked.
“I hadn’t even considered that,” she said, tilting her head to one side as she thought. “That could work.”
Moving almost on auto-pilot, she went into the pantry, leaving him to watch her. “Would you like some tea?” she called out, almost as an afterthought. “The kettle’s hot.”
“No, I don’t have much time today, sadly,” Drew said, and Molly stuck her head back out, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’m heading out for a few days – gotta go fix a Gate near Caledon.”
“But Friday’s Christmas Eve!” she said. “I was hoping…” And then she bit her lip and stopped.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t look like that.” Drew came into the pantry and slipped his arms around her. “You spend Christmas Eve with your family, right? Do you think they’d mind me crashing there?”
Since she’d already checked with her mother, Molly could shake her head. “Of course not. They already invited you.”
“Good.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “Then I’ll head out now, and I’ll see you Christmas Eve.”
Molly gave him a sideways look. “Having left tomorrow’s SA gift with one of your co-conspirators?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Drew said innocently, but there was a sparkle in his eyes.
“Sure you don’t,” Molly said, her lips twitching into a smile against her will. Then she sighed. “Be careful?”
“I will. It should be a fast fix. Some idiot got it stuck in the open position, and they’ve been having issues with the Middenfolk, so it needs to be closed.” He kissed her gently again. “I promise, I’ll be back on Christmas Eve.”
“You’d better.” Molly gave in and hugged him fiercely. “We’ll both be looking for you. Be careful.”
“I will. And maybe I’ll find something for your Christmas present there.”
“You’re the only Christmas present I want,” she said, and hugged him again.
One more kiss, and he was gone. Molly stood in the pantry and watched him go, then noticed the package on the table. On top of it was the familiar red envelope.
“This is my favorite Christmas movie ever, Molly. I hope you and Schrodinger enjoy it. SA”
Like SA, this is one of my favorite Christmas movies. Enjoy!
December 22
“Schrodinger, hurry up! We want to start!” Sarah called from the tea room, and Molly laughed.
“Go!” she said, shooing the CrossCat off his stool. “I’ll finish these – it sounds like they’re just waiting for you. And you’ve been waiting for this.”
Schrodinger didn’t need much encouragement. He hopped down and shot out of the room like he’d been stung by something. Molly laughed again and turned her attention back to the tea cakes cooling on the rack behind her. She and Schrodinger had been trying to decide how to decorate them, and she still wasn’t sure.
She’d adapted her gingerbread recipe, making it into fluffy cupcake-sized tea cakes, a little spicier and less sweet than normal cupcakes. Now, she chewed on her lower lip as she pondered options. Frost them with a cream cheese frosting? Dust with powdered or cinnamon sugar? Stud with candied orange and lemon and cherries? Decisions, decisions….
“Are you expecting them to do something?” Drew said from behind her. “Like talk, or do tricks? Because if that’s the case, I’m not sure I want to eat them, and they look really tasty.”
“I hope not,” Molly said, turning around and grinning. “Because then I think I’d be violating a bunch of international laws. Isn’t there something about not selling sentient beings?”
“You’ve made sentient cupcakes?” he asked, coming around the island and pulling her into his arms. “I’ve fallen in love with a goddess!”
She laughed. “Hardly. Just a kitchen witch.” His words made her glow within. “I’m trying to decide how to decorate them.”
Drew dropped a light kiss on her upturned lips. “What flavor?”
“Gingerbread.” Molly wanted to just melt into his arms, but she knew she had work to do and, sighing, extricated herself. “I’m torn between dusting with cinnamon sugar and frosting with cream cheese.”
He frowned at the cupcakes. “I dunno, the cream cheese frosting sounds good, but a bit heavy.”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“What about the icing that you did on the gingerbread men?” he suggested, and Molly blinked.
“I hadn’t even considered that,” she said, tilting her head to one side as she thought. “That could work.”
Moving almost on auto-pilot, she went into the pantry, leaving him to watch her. “Would you like some tea?” she called out, almost as an afterthought. “The kettle’s hot.”
“No, I don’t have much time today, sadly,” Drew said, and Molly stuck her head back out, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’m heading out for a few days – gotta go fix a Gate near Caledon.”
“But Friday’s Christmas Eve!” she said. “I was hoping…” And then she bit her lip and stopped.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t look like that.” Drew came into the pantry and slipped his arms around her. “You spend Christmas Eve with your family, right? Do you think they’d mind me crashing there?”
Since she’d already checked with her mother, Molly could shake her head. “Of course not. They already invited you.”
“Good.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “Then I’ll head out now, and I’ll see you Christmas Eve.”
Molly gave him a sideways look. “Having left tomorrow’s SA gift with one of your co-conspirators?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Drew said innocently, but there was a sparkle in his eyes.
“Sure you don’t,” Molly said, her lips twitching into a smile against her will. Then she sighed. “Be careful?”
“I will. It should be a fast fix. Some idiot got it stuck in the open position, and they’ve been having issues with the Middenfolk, so it needs to be closed.” He kissed her gently again. “I promise, I’ll be back on Christmas Eve.”
“You’d better.” Molly gave in and hugged him fiercely. “We’ll both be looking for you. Be careful.”
“I will. And maybe I’ll find something for your Christmas present there.”
“You’re the only Christmas present I want,” she said, and hugged him again.
One more kiss, and he was gone. Molly stood in the pantry and watched him go, then noticed the package on the table. On top of it was the familiar red envelope.
“This is my favorite Christmas movie ever, Molly. I hope you and Schrodinger enjoy it. SA”
Like SA, this is one of my favorite Christmas movies. Enjoy!
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