A/N: Okay I forgot to save this when I edited it again so I'm sorry for the mistakes that first arose. Anywho! I was making Baklava and I was inspired to write this litte bit of fluff. I write for those who have played the game, so If you haven't my works may not be for you. Sorry!
Thanks,
Lucy
Enjoy!
The small kitchen of the ship smelled amazing. Basch was pulled into the kitchen by the aroma of cinnamon and honey. Butter quickly joined the latter and he thought of his mother's home cooking. He stopped his journey down a small flight of stairs.
He remembered the last days before Landis burned. His mother was making a special treat to send to the men who had run to defend the slacked borders of his homeland. He could remember the smell of honey, cinnamon, and butter.
"I wouldn't go down there if I were you. Penelo will get aggravated. Whenever she makes it she says we have to wait until it's ready." Vaan said to Basch. Basch laughed inwardly, remembering his mother's warning of none for him and Noah if they didn't evacuate the kitchen. "I suppose it will be worth the wait."
An hour's wait and a plate of steaming pastry was waiting on a small table in the kitchen area. Basch had snuck to the kitchen when Penelo had gone to get something from her room. He was so close he could almost taste the lemon syrup that coated the crusty flakes of goodness. He reached out to grab a small corner piece just as he had done in his youth.
"Basch!" a small white hand struck his just before victory. "What do you think you are doing? I should give yours to Vaan for trying to steal a bite!" Penelo scolded. The older man grew bright pink and looked almost child like as he began to pout. She couldn't be mad at him for long. She took his hand in hers and kissed the knuckles softly, where her hand had struck his, before taking the plate with her up the stairs and out into the field they had landed in.
Gathered around the fire, sitting on odds and ends the group enjoyed a simple home cooked pleasure. Basch got to keep his share. He remembered sitting on the front porch with his brother and smelling the sweetness approaching, anticipating his mother's warm smile.
He cast a fond glance at Penelo, took a bite of his pastry, and closed his eyes, letting the smell of the fire and the field and the treat envelope him in a small sense of peace. Wiping small bits of crust from his beard, Basch decided happily that this moment was well worth waiting for.