Invasion of the Bakers
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mitochondriaayaWho: Aya, Braig, Dilan, a tent?
When: A few months after officially getting married.
What: Soooooo technically, Dilan is supposed to submit his own entry but they'd been locked in a lab for months and entered for him? Aya and Braig totally they'd entered him in light of fact of getting OUT and getting MARRIED.
Okay, so, entering Dilan in a baking competition on a lark may not have been well thought out on their part. It had been a joke, just some day down the road Dilan could get a letter saying 'what?', at least that was how it was suppose to go. They'd done a LOT of things on a whim the last few months in the labs honestly, the entry had been long enough ago that no one was expecting it? When the mail came that day, well, Dilan opened it, turned around...and firmly started bopping them both with the envelope. A slow death by envelope abuse was on the top one hundred ways NOT to die in her books now. Too slow.
Too giggly.
Too much envelope landing in her mouth when she couldn't stop laughing...
...international letters tasted gritty and strange, just for the record. She finally had to hide behind Braig just to catch her breath, "sorry, SORRY! We just knew you wouldn't...enter on your own?"
"And you're amazing dude," Braig smirked.
"Not sorry!" Aya agreed, unrepentant over Braig's shoulder. Not sorry at all. "We made sure to tick the box for the American one though?" No international headache for their husband?
Dilan's response was cut off by the phone ringing though, and amused, Aya held up a hand to answer it, earning her more envelope swatting! "Np, ack, sorry mom, no, I'm being assaulted by the mail! What? Yeah, you can have the community service gang, what, oh, putting a floor down in the back garden? Okay...what?" she blinked, swatting at the envelope. "What?"
Just...
"Mom rented out the back garden to a baking show," she noted, covering the receiver a moment. "Stop, stop, peace! You get to stay close to home if you decide to compete!!"
"And dude, it's Saturday Sunday, so as long as you get someone to cover any ongoing projects it's cool!" Both the boys had slowly started picking work back up since they'd all...settled some.
Some.
She'd even gone back to work herself, easing back into things as she shared Sheriff duty with Danny (who was ready to step down because politics Aya why??). Oh, right, phone, "yeah, we'll come to dinner so everyone can see the plans they sent you, and I'll let people know at the next town meeting, people will want to offer up housing and practice kitchens and such..." And be prepared for the reporters who were going to lose their minds.
"Yeah, see you tonight!" She hung up and grinned. "YOU get to tell her if you're competing Dilan." Just saying.
"It's going to be a blast either way in town," Aya laughed.
"We're going to like, drown in baking," Braig grinned.
"We're so sharing," Aya countered, giggling. Dilan got...focused when practicing things, no one should keep all the test batches. No one. It didn't matter that Braig was pouting, nope, it was for his own good!
When: A few months after officially getting married.
What: Soooooo technically, Dilan is supposed to submit his own entry but they'd been locked in a lab for months and entered for him? Aya and Braig totally they'd entered him in light of fact of getting OUT and getting MARRIED.
Okay, so, entering Dilan in a baking competition on a lark may not have been well thought out on their part. It had been a joke, just some day down the road Dilan could get a letter saying 'what?', at least that was how it was suppose to go. They'd done a LOT of things on a whim the last few months in the labs honestly, the entry had been long enough ago that no one was expecting it? When the mail came that day, well, Dilan opened it, turned around...and firmly started bopping them both with the envelope. A slow death by envelope abuse was on the top one hundred ways NOT to die in her books now. Too slow.
Too giggly.
Too much envelope landing in her mouth when she couldn't stop laughing...
...international letters tasted gritty and strange, just for the record. She finally had to hide behind Braig just to catch her breath, "sorry, SORRY! We just knew you wouldn't...enter on your own?"
"And you're amazing dude," Braig smirked.
"Not sorry!" Aya agreed, unrepentant over Braig's shoulder. Not sorry at all. "We made sure to tick the box for the American one though?" No international headache for their husband?
Dilan's response was cut off by the phone ringing though, and amused, Aya held up a hand to answer it, earning her more envelope swatting! "Np, ack, sorry mom, no, I'm being assaulted by the mail! What? Yeah, you can have the community service gang, what, oh, putting a floor down in the back garden? Okay...what?" she blinked, swatting at the envelope. "What?"
Just...
"Mom rented out the back garden to a baking show," she noted, covering the receiver a moment. "Stop, stop, peace! You get to stay close to home if you decide to compete!!"
"And dude, it's Saturday Sunday, so as long as you get someone to cover any ongoing projects it's cool!" Both the boys had slowly started picking work back up since they'd all...settled some.
Some.
She'd even gone back to work herself, easing back into things as she shared Sheriff duty with Danny (who was ready to step down because politics Aya why??). Oh, right, phone, "yeah, we'll come to dinner so everyone can see the plans they sent you, and I'll let people know at the next town meeting, people will want to offer up housing and practice kitchens and such..." And be prepared for the reporters who were going to lose their minds.
"Yeah, see you tonight!" She hung up and grinned. "YOU get to tell her if you're competing Dilan." Just saying.
"It's going to be a blast either way in town," Aya laughed.
"We're going to like, drown in baking," Braig grinned.
"We're so sharing," Aya countered, giggling. Dilan got...focused when practicing things, no one should keep all the test batches. No one. It didn't matter that Braig was pouting, nope, it was for his own good!
