Pizza
Sabrina dumped her purse on the kitchen table, and plopped her briefcase next to it. She sighed and pulled off her high heels, one at a time, before dropping them next to the door.
Sabrina pulled bobby pins out of her hair and let the shining golden mass fall down to her mid back. She smiled. It was good to be home.
Humming slightly, she dropped her handful of hair supplies next to her purse. Puck would be home soon. She needed to start supper.
Sabrina skipped to the fridge and wretched open the door. "What the?" She blinked at the contents. Unbelievingly, she picked up the first thing her eyes had greeted: pop tarts. Sabrina frowned and dropped the box of breakfast pastries onto the floor and reached back into the fridge, her hand encountered a bottle of Pepsi. She put that next to the pop tarts and reached back into the storage unit. Time after time, she reached in and took out groceries. When the fridge was completely empty, she stared at the food strewn around her.
She frowned, remembering that it had been Puck's turn to shop. And she had given him a grocery ad with items on it circled. They had been worth gas points. Puck must have bought everything he thought he could fit into the trunk of the car and nothing else.
But the mystery solving wasn't going to fix her problem. There were no vegetables, no meat, no fish, but there was a couple pounds of cheese. She looked again, assessing the small mountain in front of her. There was spaghetti sauce, and mushrooms, and, hey, there was pepperoni! He did get meat after all.
Sabrina thought for a moment. It was too late to make pizza dough, she knew that much, but what about biscuit dough? That wouldn't take very long. Thankfully, Puck had also bought milk (Probably for his sugar bombs he liked for breakfast), and butter (because it had been one of the things she had circled). She knew she had flour and baking powder, and really, who didn't have salt?
Sabrina shrugged and gathered up everything she didn't need. If Puck complained… Well, it was his fault they weren't having the casserole that she had wanted.
~The Sisters Grimm~
Puck shuffled in through the door. It had been a long, hard, boring day, filled with diplomats, paperwork, and Mustardseed's inevitable lecture about his duties as king. Now all the fairy wanted was a warm meal, a movie with his wife, and sleep. Lots of sleep.
"Welcome home." Sabrina smiled at him and reached up on her tip toes to give him a kiss. Sabrina wasn't short, but now that Puck was a full grown man… Well, he wasn't either.
"Hey, Stinky." Puck half-heartedly grinned at the old insult. "How was your day?"
Sabrina crossed her arms and glared at him. "If it weren't for how incredibly fattening pop tarts and soda is, that's what would be for supper." Even now, Sabrina was careful about her body. She reasoned that if she was going to live forever she might as well be healthy. And be able to fight, which was very important.
"Oh? I got everything on the list?" Puck raised an eyebrow at the blonde in front of him as he kicked off his shoes.
"And nothing else." Sabrina sighed.
"Nope. I didn't know what you were making." Puck excused himself.
"Pizza. Well, fiddled with pizza. Biscuit for a crust, spaghetti sauce for the sauce, and thankfully we had pepperoni left from those rolls I made last week." Sabrina explained, dropping her 'I'm-mad-at-you-and-you're-in-so-much-trouble' look. Which was a good thing. It creeped Puck out sometimes.
"Smells great." Puck tried to smooth things over.
"It had better. It's your turn to pick the movie. You get that, and I'll get supper."
~The Sisters Grimm~
A half hour later, Puck is on his forth piece of pizza. "Grimm, I don't know how you did this, but you are keeping that recipe."
Sabrina nodded, nibbling her own slice. "It is good."
"And it's all because I bought twenty-two boxes of poptarts." Puck crowed.
"You did WHAT?"
~The Sisters Grimm~
Yes, I updated already! You may all applaud. Thank you, thank you. I know I'm amazing.
Onto your answers!
Cynthia Darling: Actually, Puck was supposed to be more or less warning Danny boy away from his entire family, not just Emma. You know the background from 'The College Experience' . Daniel made Sabrina miserable, and Puck was remembering that. He's also certain that his daughter will be harmed by this brat. So, I must not have written that clear enough. I'll go back and edit. Some day. Far away.
I have no luck: aw, my story left you with bad ideas of the name Daniel? At least in my writing? Sorry, but I am thrilled that it made such a lasting impression.
PUCKABRINALOVER: I know. This is one of the biggest problems teenage girls face, I think, mentally. It had to enter somewhere, and since I refuse to make Sabrina that way… Someone else had to take the swing. I abuse my characters.
IceQueenandFireQueen: Why not keep going to school for forty-seven years? He's an Everafter (I wrote that in there somewhere in my other story, I remember that much.), and well, why not? If he'd been going that long, he'd know all the course material. School would basically become his time-killer. Anyway, that's how I reasoned it.
If I come across as arrogant or a jerk in my Author's notes lately, I apologize. School has been getting to me (one more month, then I'll be free!) and I write my stories late at night. So I'm not in my best mood. But I apologize, and hope you don't mind too much.
'Til next time!
-The Irish Lass
