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Cookie baking didn't go over as well as Aria and Ezra had planned. Rather than those perfectly cooked; firm around the edges, but mushy and warm on the inside, they were burnt to a crisp. And it wasn't even the ruined cookies that were an issue, but so was the baking process. Flour dusted every counter-top in the kitchenette, as well as the three of their noses and faces.

Aria had felt somewhat ashamed; she was the cook out of her and Ezra. The cookies shouldn't have been burnt. It was done under her supervision; she'd only let Ezra crack the eggs because it was only cooking task he seemed to do without flaw. But, she'd gotten distracted by arts and crafts with her boyfriend and niece. In the hour that the cookies were in the oven, Aria had made 7 bracelets for Bridget and Ezra had colored in half a Disney Princess coloring book.

He, on the other hand, found the cookie ordeal laughable. Although Bridget seemed to be a tad upset earlier when the cookies had first emerged from the oven, she'd quickly forgotten about them, drifting back to arts and crafts. Aria was upset though, and Ezra couldn't help but think how adorable she looked with her little pout.

"Well, we really shouldn't have bought the Ghirardelli chips, should've we," Ezra tried joking, poking Aria lightly in the side with his elbow.

"They're ruined." She looked longingly at the oven, and then at the garbage. "Bridget, aren't you upset about the cookies? Uncle Ezra isn't," Aria said with a teasing smile directed towards Ezra.

"No," the 6 year old called cheerily from the couch. "But I am hungry. Could we go to the park for a picnic?"

"Is that what you would want to do for dinner rather than go to The Grille? I know how much you love their French Fries." Ezra tried to reason with his niece; it wasn't that he didn't want to go to the park, but it was that from previous experience he knew Bridget would get riled up.

"Well, how about we pick up the French Fries from The Grille and then take them to the park?" She wasn't going to give up. Ezra sighed.

"Okay then, we'll make a quick stop at The Grille and the head over to the park. What do you say to that, Aria?"

Aria, who had become interested in flipping through a book on Ezra's enormous book shelf, didn't hear him at first, but kept pushing through pages of "A Farewell to Arms." "Aria?"

"Hmm," she said, tearing her eyes away and looking up. "What's up?"

"I was thinking for dinner we could pick something up at The Grille and take it to the park."

"That was my idea first, Uncle Ezra," interjected Bridget. "Fix it."

"Sorry," Ezra said, laughing and ruffling Bridget's hair. "Bridget thought that it would be fun to get her favorite French Fries and take them over to the park."

"Sounds good," Aria said, setting the book next to her bag of over-night clothes; Ezra usually let her take home whatever books she wanted to read, just as long as she brought them back. "But you can't only have French Fries, Bridget. Okay?"

"Okay," said the 6 year old, nodding. "Let's go!" She gathered both Aria and Ezra's hands and pulled them towards the door.


A/N: I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to get a little something up for you guys. It's been so rough with Ezria the past few weeks, so I wanted to give you guys a chapter to make up for it. I'm going to also be starting a full story tonight; I just have to choose my plot line.

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