Cherry Cobbler with Honey Butter Vanilla Bean Biscuits
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Cherry Cobbler with Honey Butter Vanilla Bean Biscuits
doc-dawson:
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Max prided himself on being the sibling anyone in the family could call at any time and he would be there as soon as possible. He wanted to be an unwavering support for his siblings, his parents, and do whatever he could to help them. It was no exception when Jorie had called him near the end of his shift at the hospital and he’d very much intended to leave work early due to a family emergency. That’s what he’d told everyone and was nearly out the door when they’d called him back as they’d just had an ambulance pull in and needed all hands on deck. Torn between two responsibilities but already physically present at work, he helped as quickly as he could and stayed until the patient was stable and then left them in the capable hands of the other doctors and rushed to Jorie’s with a basic kit since she hadn’t been super specific just that Charlie was sick. So when she opened the door he wasn’t exactly at his most put together either and figured he deserved her cut off question. “Sorry. There was an emergency just as I was leaving.” He explained anyway, figuring he needed to give her something as he walked in.
She was clearly distressed, which Max could understand as a parent, but her being panicked wasn’t going to do Charlie any favours. He put a hand on her arm. “Hey. Take a breath. We’ll figures out what’s going on with him, okay?” He gave her a reassuring smile and a slight squeeze then headed to Charlie’s room. “Hey, bud. I hear you’re not feeling well. Wanna tell me what’s going on?” He kept his tone light, not overly cheerful but friendly enough, as he approached the bed to do a basic assessment and listened for Charlie’s answer.
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No two Dawson siblings are alike, and each member of their expansive family is a piece of the larger puzzle that is wholly unique; bringing something invaluable to the others. It’s been Marjorie’s opinion for a long time, however, that Max tends to be the one they all rely upon the most. He is, after all, the only doctor in the family. It’s undeniably a blessing for the rest of them, but for poor Doctor Dawson it might sometimes feel like a curse. “This is an emergency!” She counters, clearly not won over by her big brother’s perfectly reasonable explanation. The strong hand on her arm--comforting, surely, but only fleetingly so--is somehow not quite enough for this instance.
They make their way hurriedly into Charlie’s room, where the boy is huddled in a ball beneath his blankets. If the child even notices his mother and uncle’s presence, he doesn’t show it--he’s rocking himself back and forth, soaked through with a cold sweat. It isn’t until he feels Max’s touch that his attention snaps up, wide-eyed, like a startled animal. “He’s been like this for hours...” Jorie tells her brother, the edge of the mattress dipping as she sits down and reaches over to push the damp hair from her son’s eyes. “It’s okay, baby, Uncle Max is here...he’s gonna’ make you all better. Isn’t that right, Uncle Max?”
“Uncle Max, it feels like I’m gonna’ explode...” Charlie croaks; his voice tight in his throat. His pupils are blown wide, and his heart is racing.
duskturns:
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“Exactly, celebration mode all month, I’ve been in Mom mode for sixteen years so, the adjustment is temporary but nice,” she chuckled, something endearing about women confident enough to immediately give other people nicknames.
“Oh really? What restaurant do you own?” Dusk asked her, curious because maybe she could go and treat herself to something there as well. “Oh, I actually just finished getting my degree, a bit late in the game but, you know, better late than never?” she mused, placing the cookies down with the rest of the various baked goods she had purchased.
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"Mama’s gotta’ take care of herself or she’s not gonna’ be her best for takin’ care of everybody else,” Jorie points out, “Sixteen years means you’re overdue for it!”
“Your degree? Congratulations! Better any time than never, honey. Good for you, settin’ a fine example for your kids.” They don’t even know one another’s names, but the woman is a fellow mother just struggling through life in Marjorie’s books and that counts as camaraderie enough for her. She pushes away from the counter and moves to give the brunette a congratulatory embrace as though they’re old pals. “I’m proud of you! My restaurant’s the Southern Jewel. Why don’t you bring your family in and let me treat you to dinner?”
Closed Starter: @doc-dawson
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“Oh good, you’re here...” Jorie exclaims as she pulls the front door open; looking unusually tousled even considering it’s nearly three o’clock in the morning. “What took you so long, Max?” She starts to ask, before thinking better of it, “--Nevermind, I don’t care. Get in here,” the blond insists, reaching for her big brother’s hand and yanking him into the entryway of her quaint (yet obnoxiously immaculate) home. Where there would normally be a hug and a kiss on the cheek, Max is instead denied his sister’s customary greeting. She’s clearly on the verge of a full blown panic. It’s not unexpected, given the source of her concern.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with him...” She explains uselessly, pointing toward the back of the house where Charlie’s bedroom is located, “He says his whole body hurts. I’ve tried everything, Max, nothin’s helping. He’s never been sick like this before.”
tatianaprovidentia:
Tati grinned at the blonde’s compliment. Being referred to as a fur mom was irritatingly common, but just being called mama and complimented for having well trained dogs instead of just pretty ones was a lot more validating.
“Thanks” She smiled, following the blonde’s gaze and snorted before knocking the wine bottle against the blonde’s cup “I’m Tati, and uh yeah, just moved here a few months back. What about you, are you local?”
Tatiana absent minded, stroked Negan’s soft relaxed ears, and hummed when Lucille pressed her body against hers.
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"Tati?” Marjorie echoes thoughtfully, “It’s pretty. That short for something?” No one who knows Jorie Dawson has ever accused her of being less than nosy, though she’s generally good natured enough not to mean any harm by it.
“Welcome to Wolford, then. Belatedly,” She chuckles, her grin disappearing behind the rim of her cup as she takes another sip of wine. “Sure am, born and raised here. It’s got its faults, but I wouldn’t wanna’ be anywhere else.” Making herself comfortable, Jorie rests her elbows on her knees and does her best to not look back over her shoulder at the man still sitting by himself awaiting her return. “So where are you from originally? And what brought you here?”
duskturns:
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“Oh I have no will power today,” Dusk responded with a grin on her face. “I’ve decided today there is no need for it.” The woman’s share about why the cookies were so soft went right over her head, Win probably would have understood it, the boy practically her little brother but had been to culinary school and always made the best baked goods. It did feel a bit like betraying him coming there but she didn’t want Win to simply indulge her because she was a bit greedy.
“You come in looking for something specific? Going to torment yourself with the lemon-meringue cookies?” Dusk asked her, picking up another of the sugar cookies she already held.
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"Sounds like someone’s in celebration mode,” Jorie points out with a grin, nodding approvingly. “Good for you, sugar, treat yourself.”
She dusts her hands off, wiping her palms against the apron on her thighs before folding her arms loosely over her chest and leaning back against the counter. “Me? Heavens, no. The head baker here’s a friend of mine. I own the restaurant down the street; we trade favors now and then.” Jorie nods back toward the box she’d brought. “Borrowed some of their jars, just returning them. Anyway, so what’s the occasion?”
tatianaprovidentia:
Tatiana’s eyes widened as the stranger made herself comfortable on her blanket, but she found a smile beginning to form on her black painted lips. She had always enjoyed the company of bold women, platonically and romantically speaking, they were just tended to be more exciting to be around.
“Uh- sure, of course. Lucille, hoch!”
Immediately, the female Malinois moved out of the way, and rounded Tatiana to make space for the blonde female.
“Eeesh, bad date… been there!” Tati grabbed a reusable picnic cup from her bag and held it aloft, offering the blonde a glass of the wine she had spilled over her shoe. “Wine tends to help wash away the after taste of a bad date?”
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"Beautiful creatures,” Marjorie compliments of the dogs as her unwitting hostess commands one of them to surrender its spot. “And they mind their mistress so well. Good job, mama.”
Making an effort not to be painfully obvious about it, the blond glances back over her shoulder in the direction of a disgruntled looking fellow on a blanket all by himself in the distance. She clears her throat, allowing a grateful smile to pull across her features as she returns her attention to the young woman before her and reaches out to accept the offered cup of wine. “Honey, there’s not enough wine in France to wash that one away. Thank you, really. Cheers to ladies lookin’ out for ladies.” Jorie offers a casual toast, moving to clink her plastic cup against the other woman’s before taking a sip. “I don’t think I caught your name. Do you live here in town?”
Have you ever been attracted to a woman? If yes – have you ever acted on it?
"I have found women attractive, yes, though I’ve never quite taken the leap. Maybe if the right one came along.”
What was your first kiss like?
"Well sugar, I’d imagine it was like most first kisses. Sloppy and mediocre.”
have you ever had sex in public?
“Of course not, what kind of hussy do you take me for?”
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"Wolford’s a small town, sugar. It happens every time.”
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"Well darlin’, the correct answer to that question is always as much as it takes.”
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"I pride myself on it, yes.”
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tatianaprovidentia:
Time for a film?
Open Starter
When: Church Hill Drive
When: 9:30pm
That evenings viewing of Double Indemnity was playing on the big white screen while Tatiana sat on a picnic blanket with her dogs splayed out across her legs. Around her were groups of friends and couples also enjoying the old black and white film, their giggles and rustling around only occasionally distracting Tati from the film.
The human popped a salty piece of popcorn into her mouth before reaching for the bottle of wine she had brought with her, accidentally knocking it over onto someone’s foot who stood near her blanket.
“Ah shit, I’m so sorry!” Tatiana gasped, grabbing the bottle up to stop further spilling and reaching for some napkins to dab at the stranger’s shoe. Lucille and Negan both glanced up from the comfortably positions on her laps and then sat up, their dark canine eyes taking in the stranger. “I wasn’t paying attention…”
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"Oh sugar, don’t you even fret about that...” Jorie tuts nonchalantly, waving off the young woman’s efforts to rectify the accidental spill. She shoots a quick glance back in the direction she’d been headed before painting on a thin smile and returning her attention to her more immediate surroundings. “May I?” She asks, gesturing toward Tatiana’s blanket before taking the liberty to sit down on it without waiting for an invitation anyway, and slipping her foot out of the winesoaked espadrille.
Absently shifting to dump the wine still sloshing in the shoe out onto the grass, the blond tosses a disarming smile back over her shoulder at the other woman. She dusts her hand off on her jeans before offering it politely in greeting. “Jorie Dawson. Do you mind if I overstay my welcome for a bit longer? I’m here on a date and it’s not goin’ so well; I could use a minute to catch my breath.”
Who from your past would you wish to stayed in your life?
"My dear friend Grace, bless her soul. She left this world too soon.”