Introduction
Muffin Fail by Frinja
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Fringe or anything Fringe-related. I do, however, own this muffin-related plot.
Summary: Walter's done something to the muffins, and the booze might've helped. Peter, Olivia, Astrid, and Walter find themselves reliving four very different periods of time. Can they ever escape?
Note: It sounds incredibly stupid. I know that. The title is supposed to make you laugh. Reviews are very much appreciated.
Spoilers for just about everything.
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"Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter!"
Peter sighs. He's sure responding to Walter would only get him involved in another experiment, but if he doesn't say something to Walter, well..the consequences will be disastrous. Possibly deadly.
He takes another deep breath, braces himself, and turns around. "Yes, Walter?"
Peter is stunned by the sight of a whole plate of assorted muffins. Lemon poppyseed, blueberry, pumpkin, apple spice, banana nut, peanut butter, peach, pineapple, strawberry, raspberry, blackberry, white chocolate, citrus, cinnamon, corn, coffee cake, butterscotch, raisin, even chocolate chip. The one Peter finds himself most nervous about is a very pale, very flat muffin with large patches of green fluff.
"Um...Walter." Peter points to the pale green muffin. "What the hell is that?"
Walter grins. "Why, mold and cement, plus some Bro-" He starts to answer, but Peter cuts him off.
"I don't even want to know where you got that idea. Throw it out. Right now."
Walter gives Peter his recently-perfected puppy eyes. "Oh, please let me keep it! It's the only experimental muffin I made, Peter!" he shouts.
Peter shook his head no. "Absolutely not."
Walter sighs and throws the small, bricklike muffin into the nearby trash can. "Yes!" he says, fistpumping. "Three points for Bishop!" Then he stops. "Peter. Why don't you invite Agent Dunham and Astronaut over? We can have a muffin party!"
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Ten minutes later, Astrid is there with vodka and juice and Red Vines and a smile on her face. Olivia is there with a china tea set that belongs to Ella and a pink plaid tablecloth from Ella's eighth birthday. Peter's got a round table dragged from somewhere in the building, and there are chairs set around it. Walter has his muffins.
The table is covered in pink plaid fabric and set nicely in Ella's best china. There's a Styrofoam cup in the center, filled with Red Vines soaking in Astrid's cold vodka. Four chairs surround the set table with the sugary-boozy centerpiece.
Overall, the whole thing looks quite nice.
The centerpiece is picked up, and a ring of muffins on a plate is put down. The cup goes back in the middle.
"Sit, sit!" Walter says, happy. "Eat, eat!" He places a blueberry muffin on his own plate and encourage Astrid to take one.
She does. It's a pumpkin spice muffin with a crumbly topping. Even Astrid, who knows that Walter's cooking can be dangerous, is absolutely loving the muffin's appealing scent and looks. Even Olivia finds herself tempted to bite into a raspberry muffin. And even Peter, who lives with Walter and his crazy experiments, feels the urge to nom away at one of the fabulous-looking lemon poppyseed muffins.
So the red, blue, yellow, and black muffins are eaten.
And cranberry, blueberry, orange, and just straight vodka-related drinks are consumed.