Malta

[peace_inthe_violence]

This is a fairy tale of blood and bullets
It is the story of three men and three women and a small island between Italy and Africa.
This is a story about tragedy and pain, about healing and hope, but mostly it is about
love.

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[orgilotes]

Andy chuckled. "I'll make sure there's room," she said. "But the boys will be pissed if we eat all these before they get up and they have to wait two days for any more."

Especially Booker. He loved anything bread-related. "Only thing like this I ever learned was choux pastry, once." And only then because a fundamental step was beating the snot out of it.

[notariver]

"Well if they want some maybe they shouldn't sleep in." She replied, as if she and Andy were the ones who were up at a reasonable hour and everyone else was sleeping late.

"And I can do beignets, spice cake, and cookies that look like those fancy decorated ones, but that you won't break a tooth on trying to eat them."

[peace_inthe_violence]

"What are we breaking our teeth on, sorellina? And why are we doing it this early in the morning?"

The voice came from the man in the doorway, bare chested and squinting in the bright lights of the kitchen. He reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes, then made his way into the room proper, his bare feet making little padding sounds on the tile.

"Are those beignets? Please tell me this is not what we are talking about." Because he was already reaching for one of the cinnamon sugar ones.

[notariver]

She blinked up at the new arrival, "They are, and no, if you chip a tooth on one of these there's something wrong." She shrugged, turning to continue the next batch, adding: "or you found one of the rocks I put in the batter." more quietly.

She shook her head then, realizing that this time of morning probably wasn't the best time for jokes like that, "No rocks, promise, and this early in the morning because I couldn't sleep. Happens sometimes. I can be quieter next time."

[peace_inthe_violence]

Her joke actually earned her a chuckle and a mischievous smirk as the man bit into the fried dough. His mirth was quickly forgotten in favor of making a pleased humming sound as he chewed, claiming a chair that was within easy reaching distance to the plates.

"You didn't wake me, sorellina. She did." He gestured at Andy with his half eaten beignet. "I'm pretty certain she danced on my bladder when she got up." He made a face at the older woman, though it was quickly gone in favor of shoving the last half of his treat into his mouth.

"I smelled the food, though, so I came to investigate. This is delicious. When did you start the dough? Did I miss it in the fridge yesterday?"

[notariver]

She considered, just for a moment, teasing about having missed a mixing bowl in the fridge, but decided against it, just shaking her head again, smiling a little, "Didn't miss anything, baking soda dough instead of yeast, so totally a chemical reaction instead of having to wait for microorganisms to do their thing."

A nod towards Andy in turn, "We were just talking about making sure I've got room for a mixing bowl in the fridge to do actual yeast ones sometime, though. I just don't usually have that kind of patience."