As we entered the kitchen, there were thick clouds of purple and green smoke suspended at mid level and a slight but undeniable sulphureous stench permeated the air as Peta pulled the third creation of the day from the oven - a dark blue cake. The other slightly more striking variations in aforementioned hues of purple and green were cooling on the countertop next to a bowl of orange icing waiting for its deployment.
Peta tends to be generous with the icing and it is fun watching her sloshing it on, while uttering little mournful sighs and hisses and an occasional curse. All this was fine and rather to be expected, after all it was the night before H’ween and she was trying out a new recipe, but then she turned to us and cheerfully said, “Almost there, why don’t you grab a plate. You are the first ones to try it.”
And for a moment I wondered, whether our friendship had suffered any indiscernible and yet irreparable damage over the past months. Whether we should maybe sit down and talk...and whether that dark spot at the tip of her nose was really a wart and not just a dollop of stray icing.
But already Julian’s little finger dove into the icing at full speed and vanished into his mouth before I could thwart its swift movement. And I knew I would have to follow suit. No turning back now. After all I had gotten us into this mess.
Well done, Gretel, we will GLOW for years to come!
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