Drabble:170
Mia outright ran to Rose's apartment from training.
Not that she would ever admit it, but Mia was slightly scared of her neurotic dhampir friend who tended to express her displeasure or irritation with closed fists and right hooks, which is why Mia thought it was in her best self-interest to not be too late to Rose's dinner invite.
The dinner that Rose and Dimitri hosted (and Christian cooked for) once every month for whoever of their school gang and close friends happened to be in Court; the dinner that Mia was already late for because her boyfriend had 'distracted' her during practice, causing her to lose an hour making out with him in a supply closet.
Said tonsil hockey session had ended only when Mia felt her phone buzzing thrice in succession. She found two missed calls and a message left by Rose, inquiring after her whereabouts. Mia had almost thrown her boyfriend off her and rushed through shower and dashed out of the gym, promising to make it up to him later…if she survived the night, that is.
She had made one frantic stop at the Court's most famous patisserie to buy a sampling of their best donuts as a peace offering, and then dashed over to Rose's. The first words out of her mouth as she banged open the door was 'Sorry', followed by lifting the pastry box and proclaiming 'donuts'.
But her words were wasted in vain because the den, where the gang usually had dinner, was deserted. Mia was pondering on the curious nature of this occurrence when suddenly Dimitri's head poked out from the kitchen. "Mia?", he asked, sparing a glance at his watch.
"Where's everyone?", she asked, looking around confusedly. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Which was weird, because Christian and Rose normally spent most of their time together snapping at each other.
Dimitri heaved a world-weary sigh, and beckoned her to follow him. She shuffled after him to the kitchen, and then to the window which looked down into the courtyard of the guardian complex. What she saw from her vantage bamboozled her, because it looked like…
"Is that Christian? Cooking in a bonfire?", she asked incredulously, blinking.
"Baking", Dimitri explained. "Cookies"
"Why?", Mia asked, before the answer occurred to her. "Rose?"
"She challenged that he couldn't bake cookies in a natural fire, without the help of his magic. He accepted"
"Naturally", Mia exclaimed. Really, if she thought about it, this wouldn't even make the top 10 weirdest 'bonding experiences' of the duo. "And where is she?"
In response, Dimitri pointed to a corner of the courtyard, where Mia could see the silhouette of 3 females- two blonde and one brunette. One of them-presumably Jill- was videotaping the event, vacillating between Christian and Rose, who looked like she was…knitting.
"Am I seeing this right?", Mia questioned her own eyesight.
"Unfortunately, yes", Dimitri replied dryly. "Christian counter-challenged Roza that she couldn't embroider a flower to save her life. Needless to say, she bet she'd be done before he managed an edible batch. So far, Roza has stabbed herself twice with the needle, and Christian made 3 dozens of charred cookies"
"This is our life", Mia stated, eliciting a low chuckle from the Russian dhampir.
"What's Lis doing?", she further queried, unable to properly see what her friend was doing, even after squinting.
"She's holding a fire extinguisher", Dimitri explained. "And a first aid kit"
"Right", Mia returned. "Obviously"
They spent another half minute studying the scene below before Dimitri turned to her and asked, "Pasta?"
"Please", Mia replied, already moving towards the fridge to stow the food parcel, and retrieve some cheese for garnishing.
Mia and Dimitri relocated to the den, enjoying their food with wine, surfing through the TV channels in search of something to watch. It was another hour before they were joined by Jill and Lissa (and 4 of her Royal guards).
But it wasn't till midnight that a soot-covered Christian and Rose made their reappearance, seemingly having called a truce (again). Rose immediately settled down with a heaped plate of pasta and started consuming it at an alarming late.
"Woah there, slow down Stabbly-Stabberson", Mia replied jokingly, but her laugh died down when Rose turned to her. "You were late", she commented, narrowing her eyes.
Mia gulped. "I brought you donuts?", she squeaked, hoping against hope to remain alive at the end of the night.
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