"Auntie!, I've got all the ingredients!" Diz called out as he entered the house, as soon as he walked in the smell of pies baking hit him. All kinds of scents were coming from the kitchen, which was a bit overwhelming despite how nice it smelt. He walked into the kitchen to see Auntie baking pies with the other ingredients he had brought her.
He gently set his bag full of ingredients down, watching as Auntie moved around the kitchen in a flurry of movements. Although it was quick her movements were careful and precise, with the ease that only comes from having done this hundreds of times. She was in the zone and hadn't heard him come in through the front door.
Diz began to unpack the supplies and spread them out on the counter, being sure to set aside the ones he was keeping for himself. It was a silly idea but he wanted to make one of his own for Chester —and Cheddar by extension he supposed—, he just hoped Auntie would have the time to help him. She was already busy enough baking for the Halloween festival tomorrow, he didn't want to waste her time when she was already so behind by having her previous pies stolen by wild pokemon.
Auntie looked up and finally noticed him, smiling at him. The look radiated an odd motherly feeling and it eased his nerves, the sensation was comforting and it reminded him of his own mum. Perhaps he should go visit her soon, maybe come early to help with the Christmas cooking this year.
"Oh, thank you, dear!" Auntie said beaming, digging through the ingredients he'd brought her for something in particular. "You've been such a great help I don't know what I would've done without you", she pinched his cheek gently before turning back to her baking. He didn't flinch away from the attention, instead basking in the praise.
"Hey, Auntie..." Diz began, uncharacteristically nervous. He didn't usually have any problems with talking to people, but something about asking the already busy pokemon for help made him feel bad. He almost regretted saying anything to begin with, but he was already this far in now so he just went for it. "I was wondering if you could helpmebakeapie for my friend?" He mumbled hurriedly, the nerves kicking in again.
"What was that dearie?" Auntie asked looking back at him whilst she kneaded the pie crust dough.
"Can you help me bake a pie for my friend please?" He spoke slower, forcing himself to calm down.
Surprisingly her face lit up and she smiled at Diz, "Of course dear, I'm always happy to teach others how to bake it's such a wonderful skill" She spoke, mumbling to herself as she made room next to her and set some of the dough aside. "And then one day perhaps you'll be able to teach your own children, how wonderful" She mused, oblivious that her choice of words set Dizzy's face on fire. The thought of raising kids with Chester had his mind supplying imaginary scenarios of him and the Girafarig exploring the region with their own child. Showing them the world they live in. It wasn't something he'd ever thought of before but he couldn't deny that it sounded appealing.
He shuffled over to stand beside Auntie, bringing his ingredients along with him. She looked over them and nodded, mumbling to herself again quietly about how to combine them into a pie. With patience and care, she began to instruct Diz on what to do, on where to put his paws to knead the dough and how to correctly prepare the ingredients he'd picked out carefully. She praised him on the combination he had picked out, claiming that it would be delicious. Diz certainly hoped so.
With her expertise and his enthusiasm for learning new things, they made a pie that Diz thought was half decent, by the end of it they were covered with flour after Dizzy had accidentally knocked the bag flying. His paws were a bit sticky and stained pink with the mushed pinkan berries they included in the filling but the smell wafting out of the oven was divine.
He watched the oven diligently, worrying that the pie would burn despite Aunties reassurances that it would be fine. When the pie was finally brought out of the oven he couldn't help his excited tail wagging, he was nervous that Chester wouldn't like it but he also knew the girafarig was too kind to turn something down even if he hated it. So he was probably safe.
He spent a few hours longer helping Auntie around the kitchen before he was sent away with his own pie in tow, excitedly bouncing his way to the girafarig twins who were waiting for him nearby.








It was now finally time for Fantasia and Mako to assemble and bake their pie. Fantasia took the reigns first; they started to slice and dice the apples.
"Have you ever even made a pie before?" Mako asked, eyeing Fantasia's unusual slicing techniques. "Oh! well, no.." they replied, "...but it doesn't hurt to start trying! I'm sure Auntie will help us as well."
Auntie Appletun smiled and nodded as she was mentioned. "Don't worry, dearies," she insisted. "Wherever you two need help, I'll be glad to lend a paw!"
"Yeah yeah, alright," Mako shrugged. Had it been an outsider watching, he would sound like he doesn't really care for baking, or pies, or pastries in general. But indeed he was very excited to see the finished pie, he generally has trouble expressing joy, though.
Next, it was time for the ginger root. "What exactly am I supposed to do with this," Mako yawned. "I ... I can't just cut it up like an apple, right?"
"You do, actually, dearie! Here, let me help." Auntie Appletun took one of the roots from the table with her maw, and grabbed the knife in one paw. She shifted the root into her other free paw and started slicing away at the root. "Like that. Now you try with the other ginger roots."
Mako attempted with the other roots. The first two were some shaky slices at first, but after a bit, he got the hang of it. Fantasia nodded excitedly in approval.
Now was time for the frost leaves. There was very little to do here with this ingredient. Fantasia shredded a few leaves with his paws and dumped them into a bowl for later use. The leaves smelled quite minty when ripping them apart from the stems. The smell would make one's nose tingle, but the scent overall was quite refreshing.
Lastly, it was time to prepare the Gracidea Flower ... well, Fantasia didn't want to, anyway.
"Do you really think we should shred up this nice flower??" they bellowed, marveling in its sparkling prettiness.
"Well, if that's what the pie recipe requires you to do, then..." Mako began to reach for the flower's petal, but Appletun stopped him.
"No, no," she said. "We don't have to pull apart the flower, dearies. The flower will go on the pie after it's finished! Usually we spread the petals around on the pie crust like parsley on pizza, but," she turned to Fantasia, "I'm sure a full flower will still do nicely."
The apples were coated in cinnamon and inserted neatly into the unbaked pie innards, the ginger roots were placed around the top of the apple slices, and the frost leaves were sprinkled around everything else. The crust of the pie was placed comfortably on top, with a crisscross designed by Fantasia's steady paws.
"It's ready to be baked now," cheered Auntie Appletun. She gently held up the pie in her hands and inserted it into oven that was preheating. Now it was a waiting game for the three, and Fantasia especially was eager to finally have a taste of the pie once it was finished. Hopefully it finishes soon ... !


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