ophelia.
“you’ve already made it?” she could feel her own expression, how it faded for a moment before a wobbling smile found its way back across her lips. she knew tammy meant only honesty by the admission. she wanted to be hopeful all the same. only good memories for recipes. “we could always do something else.” she walked over to her kitchen, took in the ingredients she set out. “there’s always beignets. they’re simple but i think they’re ashton’s favorite.” presuming knowledge, but trying all the same. “then you’re not stuck with it all.”
“I’m hardly an expert at it.” Tammy wished he’d just lied,noticing her expression fall for a moment -- usually he was good at working out what was the right answer, not the honest one. Yet there was part of him that was grateful for her suggestion; he’d come here to enjoy himself, not relive memories of something he could never claw back. “Well, if they’re Ash’s favourite --” He followed her into the kitchen, Joan skittering at his heels, entirely too excited to be in a new place. “It would be nice to have a new way to impress him when he comes over. Are you sure you’re alright with the change of plan?”











