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TWO: THE SECRET INGREDIENT
Izzie Stevens cracked her knuckles, fixed the floppy bun her flaxen hair was tied up into and prepared herself for a weekend spent baking. Her roommates and colleagues and random strangers on the bus — everyone! — had told her entering the annual Seattle Grace Bake-Off was a stupid idea.
Izzie, as strong-willed as ever, merely shrugged off their doubt. She took everything in stride. Her friends should know by now that when she committed to doing something, she did it as best as she could.
Except — for some bizarre reason — her chocolate cupcakes tasted like crap. First she thought it was the icing; surely there was too much sugar in it. She re-iced the cupcakes, using a whole new batch of chocolate icing, this one with far less sugar. For some reason, they still didn't taste right.
Then, she assumed it was the eggs. It was a pleasant surprise for her when she found the untouched 12-pack of omega-three eggs in Meredith's notoriously poorly-stocked fridge. Izzie was an optimist; if God decided to give her eggs, who was she to question His Will?
She pulled on a sweater. It wasn't hers. Maybe George or Alex's, but she didn't think they would mind. Besides, if it was Alex all she would have to do was bat her eyelashes a bit to apologize. And George… Well, in spite of all the awkwardness between the pair, she was still proud to call him her best friend. So Izzie shot out the door and fast-walked to the nearest grocery store.
When she came back, a new carton of eggs and a current copy of Us Weekly in hand, she was quite surprised to find a note, written on pink cardstock sitting atop the table. Her iced cupcakes, the ones that tasted so icky and wrong, were beside the note.
Curious to its content, she examined it between pink-polished fingers.
Add a little sunshine. It makes everything taste better.
-George