Day 36: In Which She Stress Bakes
She put the last batch of rolls on the cooling rack and stared at the mountain of freshly baked goods with a frown. Her mind was so packed with other things that she didn't even stop to consider that maybe three recipes of cinnamon rolls was overkill. She huffed. Surely, Elsa could freeze some of it, but they still were too many pastries for her to eat on her own… As she spotted that silly toy radio on the table, she was suddenly struck with a new thought. Elsa rushed to the balcony, hoping to find her neighbor there. Lo and behold, there he was, fiddling with his guitar again.
"Hello, Jack."
The guy looked up and smiled at her. "Hello yourself. You've got something on your nose."
She immediately rubbed a sleeve across her face, managing to wipe a thin layer of flour off her skin. "I was baking."
"Oh, thank God," Jack sighed, putting his guitar to the side. "For a moment, I thought that was something else…"
Elsa's eyebrows furrowed. "What—" And she gasped as realization hit her. "You think I was snorting cocaine?"
He shrugged. "Hey, it's your life."
"I'm not—you know what? I won't even bother justifying myself right now."
"Sorry, I'm just messing with you," he said with a laugh. "You're too stiff to do coke anyway."
"... Thanks?"
"So you were baking?"
Elsa nodded. "I was. Do you like cinnamon rolls?"
He pushed himself up on his feet. "Of course I like you, Elsa."
She rolled her eyes. "Flattering, but I was talking about the pastry."
"I'm not opposed to them. Why?"
Elsa looked down, and her fingers played with the end of her braid. "I may have gone overboard."
"How far is 'overboard'?" Jack asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Six trays of twelve rolls?"
"... So you baked seventy-two cinnamon rolls just for yourself?"
Elsa let out a snort. "Good job doing the math on your own, Jack."
"Hey, we're supposed to be mocking your stress baking problem right now," he grumbled.
"Do you want some or not?"
He gave her one of his 'are you stupid?' looks.
"Of course I want some, Elsa!"
If you think I know where this story is going, you've got another thing coming, buddy. I have no idea how or when they're gonna meet.
