Mary Winchester | 13 | [Action]

[was_a_hunter]

[Anyone passing by the kitchen will notice either a sickeningly sweet smell or something that will make their mouths water...it all really depends on how you feel about pie. That's right. Pie. Mary had meant to do this after horror month, but Oktoberfest and being weird little monsters put a stop to that. You couldn't exactly cook when you were a foot tall. Everyone deserved something nice though, especially after the hell that they had all been through.

Walking into the kitchen, the source of the scent is apparent soon enough. There are already a few pies set on the counter of various flavors. It looked like she'd been cooking for a few hours and she likely had. It was all worth it though.

Hearing a soft ding, she grabbed a set of mitts and pulled a fresh apple pie from the hot oven.]

...I can't believe how much I missed this...

[Cooking breakfast was one thing...but there was just something about baking that relaxed her.]

Comments

[was_a_hunter]

[That...she was all too familiar with. A hunters lifespan was ridiculously short, and that was at the best of times. You were lucky if you made it to thirty; something that she apparently didn't do.]

I can agree with you on that.

[Pulling herself from her despondent mood, she smiled as she grabbed a plate.]

Good, you're far too thin.

If I get you pie, will you eat it...or do you want to watch me make something else? [He didn't need to be up and cooking for himself.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Mary gets a bit of a sour look at the thin comment. But then he just sighs a gain and shake his head. He knew he wasn't a large person... he really couldn't afford to lose any weight. He won't make a comment at Mary about it- this time.]

Yeah, sure, I don't care, I'll eat whatever.

[While the thought of pie brought back rather unpleasant memories of his sister's cooking... if there was ever a food that could put some meat on him...]

[was_a_hunter]

[Chuckling at the look her gave her, she cuts a piece of a nearby cherry pie. She didn't take his glare to heart; glares were essentially his smile as far as she was concerned.]

Try this.

[Sitting across from him, she put the pie and a fork in front of him.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[looks at it for a moment. It looked fine, however he just couldn't kill the anxious habit of checking his food before he ate. He might have been able to forgo it... however his sister's penchant with sweets made the pie more haunting than most food. At least it wasn't cookies... or cake or something.

After a moment he takes a bite. Chewing it slowly. It... wasn't bad. Granted he never really new what pie was supposed to taste like.]

It's not bad.

[And this may be the closest thing to a compliment you'll ever get Mary.]

[was_a_hunter]

[No Dera, the cake and cookies are for another day~.

Grinning to herself as he started eating the pie, she was mildly surprised to hear the compliment. She expected maybe a shrug or even a 'fuck you very much', but that was actually a pleasant compliment. Perhaps she really was making progress with him.]

Thank you.