‘LET’S BAKE’ - Eloise {For Cecil!}
send me ‘LET’S BAKE’ to bake a fall recipe with my muse; randomly generated, using this generator
{ ✧ } - Butterflies are gathering in his stomach, heart fluttering, feathers puffing, fluffing- he’s so happy, he might start crying! Cecil inhales a deep breath, shaking out his wings to ease the excitement, there’s no time for tears, not a second to spare- everything has to be in tip top shape for when Eloise arrives!
{ ✧ } - As their relationship had the chance to develop over her many hops in the library, the baker and the bird,. he liked to think, became rather close friends- and this would be the first time she would visit his home to help him bake a treat! Though he might have grown to be familiar in her presence, the thumping in his chest when his mind filled itself with thoughts of her.. they never quite subsided. In fact, with each meeting, he swore he could feel himself falling in love her with all over again, and even harder than the last.
{ ✧ } - Now… if only he could tell her that.
{ ✧ } - N-no, no- what’s he even thinking? There’s no way she would like someone like him, right? There are so many other people in town who could give her so much more, who are interesting and exciting, what he has to offer... well, it’s not very much- he’s just Cecil. If she were a princess… well, he would be a town’s man. But- but that’s not such a bad thing, he shakes his head to rid the thoughts, even if he can spend some time and make her smile for even just for a second then he’ll be the happiest bird on the block!
{ ✧ } - So he’ll do just that today, make her smile! She’s helping him learn to expand his mental cook book, so he should stay on the bright side of things! After all, while he’s not a bad baker, it can be pretty tough to prepare anything when he lacks the hands to make anything look particularly pretty. Which is a must when he’s the father of two little girls who are quick to judge his cooking on its appearance.
{ ✧ } -It’s a hurdle that, step by step, flap by flap, he’s striving to fly right over with the help of Eloise!
{ ✧ } - As he’s standing there, head in the clouds, broom between his feathers- a soft knocking on the door shakes him out of his daze. That must be her-!!
{ ✧ } - He shoves the broom back into its proper place in the closet, rushing up to the door, before he hesitates. Is he looking okay? Soothing out the wrinkles on his apron, fixing his hair, alright!
{ ✧ } - He cracks open the door, with a warm smile perched on his face.... until he actually sees her, bouncing lightly on her toes,
{ ✧ } -he closes the door. She looked so cute...! Her hair already tied up so as not to get in her way... It’s not the first time he’s seen her like this, after all, he’s been her costumer, and she his. But this... this... this is the first time she’s visiting his home, and she looks this cute! This cute..!! He completely love struck..! Is it okay to let her in? His kids are at school, Snookie out doing whatever Snookies do, meaning they’re going to all alone in a setting outside of work! Cecil might just be an owl... but an owl is still a beast...!!! His face is burning, was this a bad idea...??
{ ✧ } - Deep breathes, he’s going to open the door... and if she’s still there... he’ll invite her in, and be a normal person.... and if she’s gone, he’ll go lay in bed and pretend he doesn’t exist because what person just shuts the door in the face of the person they like.
{ ✧ } - “Hello...?” He turns the knob, and to his relief and embarrassment, she’s still standing there, albeit with confusion present on her expression. “Sorry about that..! I just wasn’t expecting you to come so soon and I panicked rushed to finish preparing. I thought you were Snookie who needed something for a moment so,” No he didn’t. “I opened the door quickly. Let’s get started..!”
{ ✧ } - Leading her through his comfortable little home to his kitchen was nice, and he hopes that this won’t be the last but he can’t help but be tense from head to toe. If he slips up, everything’ll probably go wrong. That’s how it usually goes in the life of Cecil.
{ ✧ } - “Oh, Eloise, did you bring your own apron? I have a few spare ones you could wear,” He pauses, that would mean they would be wearing matching aprons... He feels the heat rise to his face again, no, no, no, no, stop, Cecil, he can’t have another nervous fit when she’s already in his house. “T-They’re just over there on that rack, pick whichever you’d like...!” He shuffles awkwardly over to the counter where he placed all of the ingredients for their chosen dessert..
{ ✧ } - “Uhm, so the recipe you said that would be good would be apple pie? I trust your judgement, I think the kids will like it too. I’ll be doing my best, so I hope it turns out well!”