Taffer Notes: December 7th: Gingerbad ~200 words - Baking gingerbread cookies is harder than it looks.
Fandom: Resident Evil | Characters: Piers Nivans, and Chris Redfield Guest starring Jill Valentine and Barry Burton.
#Gingerfield
Piers has brought a whole box of them. A full evening's worth of work, of flour in his hair, dough stuck to his fingers, and three burnt batches filling his apartment with the sticky sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon.
The box sits in the office now, in the break room, right next to the coffee machine. He's tacked Help yourself to it, and left it there to finish up his reports. Now it's time for a break himself and he wanders into the room.
"—don't tell me you don't see it?" He hears Jill, and finds her leaning over the box, flanked by Barry and Chris. His Captain stands a little to the side, a coffee mug in one hand and his hip leaning against the counter.
"Not really," he says over the rim of his cup.
"Help me out here, Barry." Jill turns and lifts one of the gingerbread pieces up, brandishing it in front of her old friend. "This," she adds. "Looks just like Chris. I mean, look at it—"
She turns, the cookie pinched between her fingers, and holds it up in front of Captain Redfield, squinting past it.
"The resemblance is striking. That torso. The arms! I think it's even frowning. How can you not see it?"
"Now that you mention it," Barry says, grinning widely, and Piers stands rooted on the spot, an embarrassed flush for no good fucking reason gripping at his neck.
Chris grunts. Sips his coffee. Looks left, his eyes flicking to Piers. A smirk half vanishes into the mug and his shoulders twitch with an apologetic shrug, right as his hand darts out and snatches the gingerbread from Jill's fingers.