1: Baking a Pie
Kara has an easier time than most waking up in the mornings. Alex insists it's because of her planet of origin – "Only an alien can be this chipper before breakfast", in her words – and James always says it makes sense for a "living manifestation of sunlight" to be a morning person. But not even Kara makes a habit of waking up before sunrise while technically unemployed, on a day when she has no actual obligations.
Lena, on the other hand, evidently does.
Kara fairly topples out of bed, rubbing her fingers roughly over her face and through her tangled hair, stumbling in her rush to get to the door so she can make the ringing of her cursed buzzer stop as soon as superhumanly possible.
"'m coming," Kara mumbles, wrenching open the door to reveal Lena, dressed all in black and looking as crisp and proper as if she's just stepped out of an appointment with a professional makeup artist.
"Good morning, Kara," Lena greets her happily. "Or, good dawn, rather." She laughs a little at her own joke.
"Lena, I love you very much, but why in Rao's name are you here at this very moment." Kara is too tired to even give her words the proper intonation of a question.
Lena seems not to notice her annoyance. "I sent you a text - two, in fact, but you didn't read them. I didn't want to call in case I woke you."
"Isn't that considerate," Kara says pointedly.
Lena laughs sheepishly, finally seeming to catch up. "Right. I'm sorry, Kara, but I, I have to be at work by seven today, and I really wanted to give you this." She extends the round bundle in her hands to Kara.
"What is it," Kara says flatly, eyeing the package resentfully.
"It's a 'sorry you got fired, but you're still the best journalist I know' pie."
Kara sighs, drags a hand in her hair until she hits another snag and gives up. "That's actually really sweet," she admits reluctantly. "I guess you're forgiven."
Lena beams at her. Kara is helpless but to return the gesture. "I really have to go now, but would you try a slice?" Lena asks her. "I baked it myself."
"Lena, I haven't even brushed my teeth yet…"
"Just a small bite, Kara. Please? I want to know what you think of my baking." Lena leans forward, flashes Kara a very toothy grin. "Come on, one little bite can't possibly hurt."
Kara really does love her girlfriend, and she really is touched by this patently strange gesture, but her mind still can't help but conjure up the image of Snow White biting into an apple.
But of course, that's absurd. This is her girlfriend, who loves her, and obviously she baked her a pie in the middle of the night and delivered it before dawn wearing all black and insisting she try a bite out of love, and no other kind of motive.
Kara tries a bite, and doesn't bother to stifle a moan. "This is amazing," she says reverently.
Lena visibly perks up. "You like it?"
"Best unemployment consolation pie I've ever eaten. What's in it?"
"A very special secret ingredient, which I'm not about to reveal," Lena says, and then winks, and then smirks.
And yeah, Kara is fairly sure this pie isn't actually poisoned, but she also really really needs to have a serious conversation with her girlfriend about not acting like a real life Disney villain.