Thanks Combination-NC for betaing the first half of this for me. The rest is entirely my fault, so let me apologise in advance. I had no idea how to end this, so it kind of just… ends. Umm, and feel free to write for this universe, because I have a fondness for it now and I want more, just not by me.
And here is a reminder that I am no writer, but I hope you enjoy this!
“Hawke!” Anders’ deep voice roared from the kitchens.
Marian visibly jumped, sending order forms fluttering from her binders and landing on the flour-dusted floor. There was a clatter of trays, and the dramatic stomp of Anders’ booted feet began to grow louder as he made his way towards the front shop.
“Oh God,” she cringed, stooping to collect her fallen papers, “please don’t tell me they’ve been at it again this morning?” Marian cringed and did her best to hide herself behind Isabela’s tiny-waisted body. Her cinched red apron not helping Marian’s cause in the slightest.
“Oh sweetheart, do they ever stop?” The traitorous woman laughed, leaning the curve of her hip against the register, and deliberately making herself impossible to hide behind.
“The sexual tension between those boys is thick like… like, like fucking bread dough, I don’t know bakery similes. The point is, one day we’ll arrive and they’ll be licking frosting off of one another,” her eyes brightened with unrepentant glee, “We need to hold a work party. With alcohol!”
“Not now Isabela,” Marian shushed from behind a cheerful looking standing sign. ‘Bianca’s’ curled in elegant red lettering above a lace-fringed frosted cupcake.