Une Bûche Ruiné
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An old French record was playing in the background. When it came to trying to bake new dishes, Genna really liked to get into the mood. In this case, a classic French pastry deserved to be paired with a novelty French composition. She was trying out a new dish: 'bûche de Noël'. Basically, it was a giant tube-shaped pastry filled with chocolatey goodness; and, if she made it right, the dessert could possibly become her new favorite dish.
She had learned about the French in her travels, in a world where she met someone quite similar to herself. He was seen as a monster, a freak, and she couldn't help but relate to his situation. Apparently, though, things had ended up working out, and the town no longer saw the poor man in such a light. She had actually tried a bite of the dish she was making while she was there, but now that she was back home Genna wanted to try her hand at making it herself.
The brunette would have succeeded, too, were it not for the sudden noise of pots breaking outside. "Not the flowers, not the flowers.." She continued to repeat this mantra until she made it to her front door, but a frown replaced her hopeful expression as she saw the scene in front of her. A male, with brown hair just a little lighter than her own, was outside of her house fighting off a horde of heartless.
Her nose wrinkled up in response. She hated the smell that accompanied those dark creatures. It was almost like a mix of sour milk and spoiled eggs, sometimes maybe with a little bit of an onion-like scent to boot. Either way, she had to stop herself from gagging.
"Hey, watch your-!" Before she could finish her sentence, the boy had already knocked another one of the creatures into the last flower pot she had left. She grit her teeth in an attempt to stop herself from lashing out; at least there wasn't anything else he could break, right?
