Username + ID: thekraken
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Previous Post: cider, flavour + aroma, candy, colour, charm
Day: 9
Choice of Ingredients: (ONLY ONE of each) Flavor (pumpkin)/Color (ectoplasmic sugar)/Aroma (raticate claw)/Charm (custard)
Bake!: [496 words]
It has been several days of terribly, terribly hard work, and Griffin is tired. Tired enough that he decides today is the day to bake his pie, but not so tired that he lacks the energy to complete the task. Auntie Appletun walks him gently through the creation of pastry, a step which she largely does alone but allows him to help by sprinkling in the small bag of ectoplasmic sugar he received from the friendly Mimikyu in the woods and laughs when the pastry starts to fade into invisibility before their very eyes. It makes the process of rolling the pastry out large enough to create a beautiful shell for the pie a little harder, but they muddle through it together, hands and paws touching the corners of the pastry to feel how wide and thin it has gotten. She lines the pie dish for him, and holds the large mixing bowl in place while he tries to spoon the pumpkin puree they made together, sprinkled with ground up raticate claw which smells of spice, delicious and warm, inside of it. He doesn't flatten it properly with the back of the spoon, and she grimaces at the pile of puree too large in the middle and too sparse at the edges until he turns proudly to her and she replaces her grimace with a bright smile.
"Here, dearie. Why don't we spread it out now? That way, every slice will have enough filling."
She's non-judgemental and kind, smoothes the puree out to the edges of the dish while he watches intently standing on her kitchen counter, ears twitching. And then he looks to her inquisitively, points to the rest of the ground raticate claw. For a moment, Auntie looks like she's thinking.
"Ah, why not. Sprinkle the rest on top. It really is a lovely ingredient. Shame it's so hard to get ahold of!"
Griffin grins, and carefully distributes the rest of the spice over the filling, a light dusting that only enhances the smell. It smells good. Auntie drapes the lid of the pie over the top, and supervises him while he scores little vents into it for the steam to escape (though he's not a child and does not need supervision -- she seems the type to worry). They crimp the edges of the pastry, and Auntie puts the pie in the oven. While it bakes, filling her home with the warmth of pumpkin and spice and sugar, she brews them a pot of tea, and tells Griffin stories of when she was a much younger Appletun until her oven timer pings to signal that the pie is finished baking. Griffin goes to stand, but she insists he sit and finish his third mug of tea. She gets up to fetch the pie from the oven, and grabs the bowl of custard they made up yesterday, pouring it into a pan on the stove to warm. It'll make a delicious topping.