Hello once again everyone! I have read all of your reviews, and I love them! Your pairings will be taken into consideration!
Note~ Since this is very much an AU, I will be posting a key at the end of each chapter, showing the introduced character's role in the story. Every character has a role in the story and will be added to the story at their chapter/paralouge. Obviously the story won't just follow the chapters. There would be too many skips!
For example:
Chrom Exalt (19) : Co-owner of Shepherd's Pies, head chef (collage?)
Another Note~ I don't own Fire Emblem!
Last Note~ This story was created by the amount of pies in support conversations
"How old are you?" The impatient blond was jumping up and down, bored. She was passing the time by asking her companion random questions. Lissa now knew the white-haired woman favorite color (purple), season (summer), and animal (horse).
"Uh..." Robin shrugged. "I dunno." Lissa turned and faced Robin, leaning in close and staring at her face. Robin leaned back, her mouth curling into a slight frown. Lissa inched forward again and continued to stare intently at Robin's face. "What are you-"
"'Cause you have one of those faces that could be, like, 19, or you could be 29. I really hope you're not 29 because that's even older then Frederick!" Lissa proclaimed, poking the amnesiac's face.
Robin patted her knees awkwardly and ran a hand through her dirty hair. "Oh..." she trailed off. "How old are you?" she asked the bubbly teenager.
Lissa stopped poking Robin's face and a large smile stretched against her face. "Glad you asked! I'm 15!" she announced proudly."Chrom is 19, and Fredericks 22 years old or something; I don't really know."
Robin nodded. "Yes, I don't think I'm as old as Frederick, nor as young as you." The white-haired girl thought for a moment. "I'm probably around 19, like you said."
Lissa smiled and flopped down into the green grass, not caring if her apron got stained. She propped her head up with her arms. "Well, duh! I'm always right!" Robin chuckled and relaxed. She thought 19 was a pretty nice age to be at the moment.
They lapsed into a long, comfortable silence. Robin searched the crevices of her mind to try and find out about her past. She found nothing. Lissa, on the other hand, was wondering when would be a good time to scamper off to meet her best friend Maribelle at her family's tea shop. The two blondes had a very important health test coming up. The young teenagers both wanted to become doctors, you see, and they both took that class very seriously. (It was one of the only things Lissa took seriously.)
Robin picked at the slivers of healthy, green grass that grew around the tree. It was a nice day to be outside, she thought, even if the reason you are outside was because your new friend set a cake on fire. The summer day wasn't too hot, as there was a slight breeze in the air. The bright sun shone down brilliantly on the hills and buildings of Ylisstol; there was not a cloud in the robin's egg painted sky. Robin sighed and leaned back, resting her head on the white birch tree behind her. She slowly patted the hard bark, waiting for Chrom and Frederick to come out and declare the cake de-flamed.
Lissa broke the silence. "Since you don't know about your past, I guess I should tell you about the city," she said. Robin looked at her and motioned for her to continue. Lissa nodded. "The city is divided into four parts, Ylisstol in the east, Regna Ferox in the north, Plegia in the south, and Valm to the west. Ylisstol is considered the center of the city, though Valm is the biggest. Valm itself is divided into multiple parts, while Regna Ferox is divided into two sections, east and west. Plegia is..." Lissa shrugged. "Let's just say we don't like them very much, mostly Chrom. There's a lot of gangs from there, and they raid our stores sometimes and generally cause havoc," she said bitterly. "I wish they would all go away."
Robin nodded. "I can't say I share the way you feel about them, since I never met them, but if you don't like them, I'm sure they're pretty bad."
Lissa agreed. "I wish I could rain frogs on all of them." Robin raised an eyebrow, but did not question the angry girl. That would cause a lot of trouble.
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity to the impatient girls, Chrom finally emerged with Frederick in tow. Chrom's eyebrows were slightly singed. The soot-covered man had a bewildered expression etched on his face and a slight, crooked smile. His usually blue hair was covered in a layer of ashes. He shook his head like a dog and they came dancing down, slightly twirling in the breeze. Lissa shot up and ran to her brother, hugging him. The impact knocked Chrom off balance. He stumbled a little and regained his footing, patting Lissa on the back. "Honestly Lissa," he chuckled. "It wasn't that bad!"
Robin smiled and dipped her head slightly. "I'm glad you two are okay."
Frederick cared differ. He was also blackened with soot. Scowling, he ruffled his hair, trying to clean it. His once pristine blue apron had a small, burned hole in it, probably from throwing it on the flaming desert of doom. The older man grumbled. "Sir, it was that bad. If I didn't sacrifice my apron, the whole store might of caught on fire!" He looked down at his ratty apron and frowned again. "My beautiful apron...sir."
Chrom detached himself from a slightly over-emotional Lissa and turned to Frederick. "Don't worry Frederick!" he said, putting his hand on Lissa's head. "Lissa will pay you back!" This was followed by a slight cry of 'no!' from the younger sibling. She pouted and crossed her arms.
Frederick bowed. "Yes sir, that is all fine and well, but what about the shop? We do not have all of the pastries prepared for today, and we are the only ones managing the shop today!"
Chrom looked down at his watch and swore. "Blast!" he gestured at Lissa and Frederick. "Come on you guys; we only have 30 minutes until the shop opens and we still don't have everything cooked!" He ran into the shop, slightly tripping on the way in. Lissa and Frederick followed him in.
Robin found herself alone outside of the shop. She raised her hand. "Erm, what about the...?" She sighed and shook her head. "Nevermind..." She ran into the shop.
A flurry of different smells hit her noise and Robin stepped back at the impact. She breathed in. Caramel and brown sugar were the first things that came to mind. A swirl of bright lemon entered her nose, followed by a pinch of warm cinnamon. Vanilla came next, highlighted by the sweet scent of chocolate. Nuts, fruits, candies, bread..Robin couldn't name what she was experiencing. It was pure bliss, simple as that.
She regained control of her body and briskly stepped into the kitchen. It had the type of loud quietness, the hum of the refrigerator, the pounding of dough, and the sound of the radio blaring seemed to fill the small room to the brim. There was little elbow room to maneuver. The siblings and Frederick were all in the room, working to get done in time. The scene was almost chaotic. Ingredients flew around in a flurry. Everyone was running around in a hurry.
A puff of flour hit her in the face. Robin stuck her tongue out, coughing slightly. She spotted a row of beautifully decorated finished goods neatly lined on the side of one wall, waiting to be carried off and displayed. The row was short. Obviously the shop cared for quality over quantity, even in times like this. They needed a lot more pastries. Chrom was mashing a piece of dough into a bake-able shape, muttering something about lemons and how they weren't going to be done in time. Lissa, who was wearing a hairnet, decorated the already cooked cakes and pastries with different frostings. Frederick leaned cross-armed on the large, tall oven, waiting for it to beep so he could take the assorted, cooked, yummy goods out of the oven and replace them with new ones. Even with all of them working as fast as they can, Robin guessed they wouldn't have enough done for the first influx of customers. Lissa finished decorating a cake and looked up, rubbing her hands together to get off excess frosting and flour. "Robin!" she smiled. "What are you doing here?"
The bakers all looked up from there designated jobs. Robin blushed. "I think I know my way around a kitchen, if you'll have me."
Chrom stood up and grabbed both of her shoulders, and looked deeply into Robin's eyes. "Usually you have to fill out a form, it's the law and all, but I honestly do not care at the moment. Is everyone okay with breaking the law today?" A chorus of repeated yeses and kind ofs echoed through the room. Chrom smiled and let go of a stunned Robin, walking to the supply closet in a corner of the room. He opened the door and rummaged for a moment, looking for something. He came back with a piece of purple fabric. Still slightly out of it, Robin lifted her arms and let Chrom tie the purple apron around her. "I hope purple's okay; it's the only spare we had." Robin nodded. Chrom clapped her on the back, hard, and she stumbled forward a little. A slight smiled played on Chrom's lips. "Welcome to the Shepherds!"
Robin nodded. In all honesty, she didn't expect to get this far. She washed her hands, took a work station, and started to make the dough for something. On the outside, Robin looked calm, collected. On the inside, she was panicking. 'What the heck is this white stuff? Better put it in, just in case..' Robin threw ingredients into a bowl, mixing it together. A few chocolate chips here, some flour there, an egg to mix everything together, and Robin had some dough that looked slightly presentable. She grabbed a tray and separated the the batter into small circles, trying to copy what Chrom was doing. In the end she had a tray of 24 balls of dough. She gently handed the tray to Frederick, waiting for his remark.
Frederick looked down at the tray. Robin thought her creation actually looked pretty good before, but now it looked soggy, icky, disgusting. What if she was suppose to add milk? What if she was supposed to add salt, instead of sugar? What if those things she thought were chocolate weren't actually chocolate?!
Robin held her breath. 'Oh Gods Oh Gods Oh Gods Oh Gods...Naga save me now..'
Frederick kept looking at the tray. 'He's going to think I'm a terrible cook. He's going to think I'm a liar and a thief and he's gonna, he's gonna...'
Robin swore she was going to explode.
Finally, after what seemed like hours to the amnesic (but was really only seconds) Frederick looked up and smiled wanly at the white-haired girl before him. 'To be completely honest, I had my doubts about you, Robin, but these seem to be okay! That's 360 for chocolate chip cookies, right?"
Robin's shoulders drooped in relief, but as she tried to speak, she stuttered. "Uh, yeah.." she coughed. "Cookies, right. Exactly what I was thinking!" She smiled forcefully.
Frederick raised an eyebrow.
Robin pointed behind her. "Yeah, so can I go? I have, places to go," she gestured behind her. "Yeah, I'll be going. Thanks, bye." She took ten steps back to the place she was working and looked up, embarrassed. Frederick was still looking at her, a quizzical expression on his face. Robin smiled sheepishly at him. Frederick shook his head and went back to watching the oven. Robin puffed out the breath she didn't know she was holding and leaned against the counter. She fist-pumped.
'Aww yes, Motherfluxers!'
Pairings still undecided
Chrom Exalt (19) : Co-owner of Shep's Pies, Head baker
Elizabeth 'Lissa' Exalt (15) : Runs the front counter. Helps with decorating
Robin (18) : Chrom's advisor, baker, shop manager?
Frederick Ritter (Ritter = Knight in German. ...Well, it's a step up) (22) : Shop security guard, meat pies, goes to police academy
Maribelle Fielding (Fielding was the last name of an old English magistrate) (16) : Works at family's tea cafe (Mentioned)
Sumia Klootz (18) : Bakes pies (mentioned)
Miriel Thetis (21) : Fancy pastries (mentioned)
That's all for today!
Review please!
