Hey, don't worry I'm working hard on Susan's Story, I was bored in class and needed to write down something, so I wrote a drabble. enjoys!
Cookies"What are you doing?" Caspian walked though the doorway. He had been scouring the entire castle for his fiancé; only to discover her in the kitchen and covered in flour. he started to laugh, amused by her appearance. She was bent over the counter, stirring some kind of dough in a large bowl.
She looked up in surprise. Susan had been hoping to keep her activities a secret until later tonight. But she had been found out. Her future-husband worried about her too much; always wanting to know where she was at all times.
She smiled at herself. "I was hoping to surprise you. But now that you're here, I suppose I can let you in on my secret." She stepped toward the oven and opened the primitive door. After a moment of evaluation, she wrapped a thick towel around her hand and took the thin slab of stone out of the furnace.
Caspian looked curiously at the strange items on the stone slab. "What are they?" he was still confused as to what she was trying to do.
"Well," Susan said. "In my old world, we had a holiday about this time, every year." As she was talking she took balls of the strange dough and put them on another slab. "February fourteenth; Valentine's Day." She blushed at this.
Caspian raised one eyebrow. "So you felt the need to cook yourself."
She scoffed. "Yes! It's more special if it's made from one's own hand."
"What's made?"
"Wait till I finish my story." she smiled smugly at him.
Caspian was starting to get frustrated at this point. He was not a man that likes to be confused. And her actions were— His thoughts were cut off as a strange small wafted over toward him. The sweet aroma enveloped him and he melted. Like when you wrap a warm blanket around yourself. There was definitely sugar involved here. What is going on?!
Susan continued; unaware of Caspian's inner dilemma. "It's day that celebrates romance and couples give each other sweets and flowers. So I thought because of the holiday, I would make you a treat." She picked up one of the circular objects and held it up to Caspian's lips. "Here, taste this."
For a moment, Caspian was apprehensive. It was not in his nature to put foreign objects in his mouth. But then the aroma of the substance came over him again and he slowly took a small bite of it.
Caspian's eyes widened. "This is delicious." to Caspian it was an understatement. This was the most delectable food he had ever eaten. It melted in his mouth and spread warmth from his mouth and down to his stomach. He felt as if his whole body was melting along with the treat. 'What is it?" he licked his lips and ate the rest of it. He looked at it. It was brown with black spots on it. Nothing he had ever seen before.
Susan laughed at his expression. "They're called chocolate chip cookies."