The air was fresh and filled with the smell of sweet treats as Olive opened her door.
She took a deep breath, relishing in the aroma before closing her door behind her, heading on her way towards the frankly amazing smell, wondering who was baking something that seemed so delicious.
Olive carefully made her way by the picnic spot, waving lightly to Bones as he bit down on a fresh sandwich. He didn’t seem to notice, but she didn’t mind, gently flitting her hand against the rail of the bridge as she headed towards Resident Services.
The wood quietly creaked, and Olive smiled as Leif was talking quietly to Louann. Their Resident Representative was staying silent, but listened to the sloth’s advice. Something to do with correct hyacinth care, especially if inside and not in nature.
“Hello!” The bear cub approached, and the two others waved, Leif shyly and Louann doing more of a nod than a wave. Behind her sunglasses, the human blinked and spoke with a slight smile. “What’s up, ‘live?”
“Just wondering what that delicious smell is, sweet pea! It came through my window and made my mouth water, heheh…”
“That’s just a pie I made,” Louann scratched the back of her own head, “it’s on my windowsill, cooling.”
Olive didn’t know she baked, and she said as much, causing the human to laugh lightly. “Yea, not many think it lookin’ at me, huh? Still, it’s a nice hobby. When it’s not causin’ immense stress.”
“Immense stress? Are you okay?” Olive looked her over, checking for anything, but she just chuckled. “Just a joke, hon. One among hobbyist bakers. Pie making can be stressful, but it’s worth it.”
“Oh, good. What kind of pie is it?”
“Strawberry, based on something I saw in a videogame. I’d recommend it to you but I don’t know if you’d like the difficulty, ha.”
“Why don’t you tell me more? I can make my own decisions, you know.”
“Pshhh, yea, okay. I’ll see what you think at your hundredth death.”
The two left towards Louann’s house, and Leif blinked before tapping his little cart. “Maybe I should send a letter with the rest… hm…”
Ace wants to impress his tea lover crush. Sadly, as a bird, he doesn't have tastebuds, but his human friend sure does!
WARNINGS: N/A
Ace’s feathers laid flat as he continued to gently stir the little teapot he had ordered, while he forced himself to relax.
Just keep stirring, right? Gotta keep stirring to distill the… aura, or whatever.
A faint knock on the door startled him, his blue feathers puffing up at the thought of being spotted like this. Swiftly, the bird covered the pot behind him with his body, clearing his throat to call out, but still sounding cracked. “Come IN!”
Revvie gently opened the door after that, raising an eyebrow silently at his position and demeanor. “... I saw your post on the board.”
“My what? OH! Right right… the board post… thanks for coming, ace– Revvie. … I’m strong and good at words, mhmm.”
They didn’t seem to believe that, but closed the door behind them as they came in. “Whatever you say, mate. What’s up?”
“Uh, sit down, we should sit down.”
Ace pointed to one of his chairs, and the human sat down, tapping their fingers on the table as they waited for him. Taking his teapot, the bird set it in the middle of said table and grabbed a cup, pouring some of his tea into it.
Sitting down himself, he pushed the cup over to them, trying to keep relaxed. “Can you taste test this for me?”
Revvie blinked, but shrugged with a nod, taking the offered cup and looking back at him. “Since when did you make tea? I thought you were strictly a water or gatorade guy.”
“Tea’s just flavored water, right? Gotta uh. Gotta add some stuff to it so I don’t get bored of it.”
His beak snapped shut as they finally took a sip.
…
“Ace.”
“...yeah?”
“What the f–... heck, did you put in this?”
“Is it that bad…?”
Revvie’s stare softened slightly, and they put the cup back down. “Mate, the only reason I didn’t spit it out is through experience in politeness. Please tell me what you put in it.”
Deflating, Ace muttered an answer. “Just some weeds and leaves from nearby trees… that’s what’s in tea, right?”
The human’s eyes widened slightly, and they began rubbing their temples. “Hon, that’s most definitely not what’s in tea.”
“Oh… I’m sorry…”
“No, dude, it’s ok, I’m happy it was me helping and not someone else. I… Why don’t we look for actual tea together? That way we can find one that… won’t make you sick.”
Ace shuffled in his seat, hissing lightly. “It’s uh… not for me…”
Revvie blinked, squinting at him before smiling lightly. “Ah. You trying to be flirty? I dig I dig… for who?”
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