Surprise! Enjoy some Gilan and Jenny (Ginny? Jelan? I actually don't know this ship name...), because this couple doesn't get enough love. While it's not my favorite ship in the world, I don't hate it. Here's to hoping that I don't butcher Jenny's character too badly...

"Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!" Jenny shrieked, clutching her hair as flames shot up and around the oven.

Gilan frantically patted his previously folded cloak over the flames in an attempt to smother the fire, rambling as he did so. "It's fine, it's fine! It was just a bit of oil, it was more efficient that way!" Finally managing to put out the last of the flames, Gilan finally exhaled, making a face at his now slightly singed cloak.

Jenny put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "That way is going to get us killed. Not to mention, you ruined the croissants," she finished with exasperation, eyeing the now charred pastries with consternation. Her hand twitched slightly, as if she was aching to whack him with her ladle, if only she had been holding it.

Gilan saw the movement and understandably winced. "I'm sorry, Jen. I really was only trying to help. Let me help you make a new batch?" Gilan knew he was a horrid cook - always had been, and probably always would be. Halt had been able to pass on his excellent cooking skills to Will, but had flatly deemed Gilan a lost cause. There was a reason why the young Ranger lived solely on jerky and dried fruit when he was out in the field - and why he was so appreciative of good cooking when he was able to eat it. This did little to change the fact that guilt was still coursing through him, and Gilan felt duty bound to somehow remedy his mistake.

Jenny visibly cringed. Gilan only meant well, of that she was sure, but she'd seen Gilan attempt to cook in times previous. "I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen."

The Ranger sighed, but did as he was told. He wasn't stupid enough to argue with Jenny on her territory.

Gilan took an appreciative sniff as he removed the pot of freshly brewed coffee, then paused, a frown appearing on his face. "Say, Will, see if you can find my mugs."

Will's eyebrow raised - a habit that Halt had successfully passed on to both of his apprentices - and answered, "Since when do you not know where your mugs are?" A mischievous smile creeping across the younger man's face, he continued, "I know you're not the most tidy person, but still..."

Gilan scoffed and half-heartedly chucked a nearby apple at his friend, who easily caught it and took a bite, that cheeky grin still present on his face. "Dream on, brother," Gilan replied with a smirk. "You're just sore that Halt hasn't called you his cleanest apprentice yet."

Will made a face. "You still haven't answered the question."

"Jenny was bored and reorganized my kitchen, alright?"

Will laughed as he began looking in cupboards. "Sounds like Jen, for sure. Ah, here they are." Retrieving two mugs, he turned an inquiring eye back to Gilan. "Spoons?"

Gilan winced.

"Get out! Get out of my restaurant!" Jenny yelled, shaking her ladle furiously. Rafe trailed anxiously behind her, ready to step in if needed - not that he truly thought Jenny needed it. The door slammed and Jenny finally turned around, hot, angry tears spilling from her blue eyes. "How could he do that?!"

A shattered plate and glass littered the floor by one of her tables, courtesy of the man she had just chased out. After loudly proclaiming his distaste for her food, he had swiped the dishes and pushed off from his chair so hard that it had tipped over. Jenny was horrified.

The door creaked, and Jenny whirled around, tears still spilling, her ladle hand raising threateningly.

Only to see Gilan, his hands raised cautiously, a question on his face. A glance at the broken dishes, Jenny's tear stained face, and Rafe hovering close by told him the entire story. "Oh, Jen, it's alright," he said gently, his hands going from up to open.

Jenny ran into his arms. "He was an utter fop," she said after a moment, wiping her nose. "I wanted to break my ladle on him."

Gilan chuckled. "If he comes back, I'll hold him while you do it. But I get the feeling that you may have scared him away for good, my sweet."

"I am rather intimidating, aren't I?"

The intimidating by occupation Ranger nodded vigorously. "Absolutely."

Jenny yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She could practically feel the dark circles under her eyes - it had been a long, late night at the restaurant. Rafe had practically begged her to take the next day off - in retrospect, she had a feeling it was because he was scared to try to work under her when she was tired and cranky.

Slipping into a simple skirt and blouse, Jenny then quickly brushed her blonde hair into a glossy curtain before pulling it into a braid. Perhaps she would make a batch of breakfast pastries this morning; another yawn had her dully thinking that perhaps she would just make some coffee. With a sigh, she headed towards her kitchen.

"Good morning!"

Jenny yelped in surprise. Standing at her counter was none other than her Ranger, bright and cheerful and wearing that adorable grin of his - the grin that set her heart slightly aflutter, that made her feel lovely and pretty and adored. "G-Gilan, what are you even doing here?! I thought you were stuck in Whitby until the end of the week?" Not that she was complaining, of course.

Gilan laughed and sunnily replied, "I finished up early and wanted to surprised you." Picking up the bowl in front of him, he slipped it into Jenny's hands, his smile turning sheepish. "I, uh, made you breakfast. It's just fruit and cream, but it's one of the only things I can't burn."

Jenny looked from the fruit with clumsy drizzles of cream to Gilan's hesitant face and beamed. "It's perfect."

Almost there, so close... with a groan, Jenny pulled her arm back down, eyeing the just out of reach bowl with disdain. She normally didn't mind her height, but this was ridiculous.

"Do you need me to get it for you?" Came Gilan's mild voice from where he was drinking coffee at the table.

Jenny scoffed. "How dare you insult the slightly vertically challenged! I don't need your help to reach a bowl, Gil." Looking at the bowl, the girl once again lifted herself onto her toes and began straining for it. Gilan watched her for a few seconds before giving a quiet chuckle and taking another sip of his coffee.

"If you're sure..."

Jenny reached for a few more seconds before dropping again with a long, defeated sigh. "Help me."

Gilan smirked and walked to the cabinet, pulling the bowl out with ease. He didn't even have to reach, Jenny noted with annoyance. Swatting Gilan's arm at his rather smug look, Jenny accepted the utensil. "We can't all be moose, Gilan!"

Writing new characters is stressful...

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-TrustTheCloak