the only thing i know about bg3 is that there is a bakery involved i think?? :’) so my 3 words are: kolache/autumn/astounded
hilariously the bakery is the one thing i made up. i am delighted to know i have talked about it enough to make it sound like it's part of the game though.
set post-fic (that few have actually read yet lmao)
Marigold is sitting on the kitchen table, ink-splattered parchment covering every square inch of the room. Gale steps gingerly over what looks like a hybridized recipe-spell combination, nearly slips on what appears to be just a recipe, and places a tentative hand on her shoulder. She doesn't look up from her scribbling.
"She just gets like this about the seasonal pastry changes when we get all the different fruits in," Sofie says, hardly bothering to look up at him. She's sequestered herself in the corner with some of Marigold's papers, scanning them with the same unwavering focus as her mother. "O'si, Gale's here for..." She raises her head to squint at Gale. "Why are you here?"
Marigold is not paying attention. She's written ROTATING GLITTER KOLACHE???? in large letters at the top of the parchment she's holding, which sounds on par with her years-ago attempt to figure out a way to collect torchstalk mushrooms and see if they're edible. "No, that's not autumnal," she mutters, "glitter is all-seasons, and Norie put a ban on glitter in the bakery for Minthara's sake after The Incident. Not glitter." She scratches out ROTATING GLITTER KOLACHE, then writes RED ???????? as though this means anything.
"Red??" Gale echoes, curiously, playfully.
"Oh, hello, dearest," says Marigold. She doesn't bother to look up. "Would it be too much trouble to run down to the shops and buy everything on that list?"
Gale looks around the kitchen and takes in the sheer volume of scribbled-on parchment, all in Mari's hyperspecific shorthand that he's only recently begun to learn how to read--and this is after three years of marriage and four years of courtship before that. "Shopping list," he says. "Yes. I..."
"Got it!" says Sofie. Eyes still on her own recipes, she snaps her fingers. A crumpled-up sheet of paper just by Gale's foot unfurls itself and floats into his hands.
Astounded, Gale says, "How on earth did you know where that was?"
Marigold looks up at him with extremely affectionate bemusement. "Well, it wasn't hard to find, was it?" she says. "No offense meant, Sofie."
"None taken," says Sofie. "It was fairly obvious."
Gale decides that now is a very good time for him to run down to the shops.
