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 Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:36 am
Emily had to punt both aunt and uncle from the kitchen to get work done. Albert had been tired, her Daddy working hard doing overtime, and she was happy it was finally all ovber with. No public speaking, no classes, time off for needed rest, and Emily planned to give her father the love and cuddles he needed. And besides, any excuse to bake. She pulled the cake from the oven, making honey-frosting as an experiment as she waited. A taste, and a nod. Perfect, just like cotton candy made from it. She knew honey cheered him up, and while she didn't make beignets, the sticky sweet treat might make him smile. A drop of yellow, a tiny hint of red, and the orange was crafted, an extra drop soon added of yellow for a perfect golden yellow tint. The frosting was to be piped on fondant she'd gotten to toy with, and soon the frosting was applied to layer the cake, make the layers hold - and next came the fondant, making it solid. Emily's eyes practically sparkled as she added the golden treat to a piping bag, green, fresh buttercream nearby. On piped flowers with tendril leaves. On piped the slightly-messy roses. The frosting was simply added for taste, aesthetic. But it was for daddy. A little extra boom was necessary. When it was finished, thin, delicate fingers lifted the cake onto a serving plate, and then a cake stand, and she turned, calling across the full house. "DADDY! Come taste! I made you something tasty-- NOT YOU AUNT EMILY. OR YOU UNCLE TOM." Seriously.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 9:18 am
Albert Lucian Wiley was tired. It wasn't because he was getting older - no, no, heaven forbid he start getting anywhere near old age, he was going to avoid that somehow come hell or high water - but rather because of all the overtime he had been doing. So hearing that his baby girl had made something tasty was a welcome relief. Not only did it mean she was doing alright (she did tend to bake when she was upset, too, but that excitement in her voice seemed to hint otherwise), it meant an excuse to spend more time with her. And any excuse to spend time with his nearly (NEARLY) grown up baby daughter was a good excuse. The gray-eyed man slipped into the kitchen with more speed than might be expected of a man drawing close to forty, and greeted his daughter with an eager smile. "What's this about something tasty, little bird?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 9:28 am
"Mmmmhmm!" Emily moved, bringing her daddy to the table. She loved her father greatly - and she'd so been up for baking. He was a perfect excuse, especially with Flynn out doing... Stuff. Probably inspecting that girl at the knife shop. Again. "I even experimented for you. It's a surprise what part though!" Emily moved, slicing a nice, large hunk of (Red velvet thank you, her Daddy deserved THE BEST) cake, and brought it over with a fork, putting it before him. "Cake, baby!
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:45 pm
"You experimented?" Albert asked, taking in the sight of the cake with slightly less anticipation than before. "Is this the kind of experiment that I thank Food Network for, little bird? Or the kind I need to dial poison control over?" Emily was a good baker overall, but Albert worried that in some ways she might have inherited his kitchen talents rather than her uncle's - in other words, the ability to burn spaghetti. "While I have you all to myself," he added as he picked up the fork and poked curiously at the baked treat. "What have you been up to? I know your brother's been out and about, and your cousin's working on that bike of his again... but what about you, little bird?" His gaze narrowed slightly and he raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You're not bribing me with cake because you have a boyfriend now, are you?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:56 pm
"County Fair." Emily smiled. "The Demon Box Beaerers. Try it, Daddy! It's Devil Bee-Free. But hopefully I starved them emnough." She grabbed some cake herself, sitting across from him casually. "Me? Homework mostly. TV. Had to upgrade some gaming rigs for some cousins." Emily Wren nibbled her cake, letting Albert try the honey-frosting first. "I haven't met a boy, anyhow. You need to, you know, look to find those."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:16 pm
Albert hissed, recoiling from the cake for a moment before he settled down. "Why did you go near that place?!?" It was no secret between parent and child that Albert Lucian Wiley absolutely loathed bees and their ilk: and for good reason, considering he was allergic to bee stings. (Fortunately, the allergy was an isolated one and he could happily utilize any bee related products he felt like). One of his private beliefs was that eating a lot of honey was a way to get back at them, since it meant he was using it. Somewhat erroneous, but then... revenge was more important than absolute accuracy in this one little thing. With the initial horrified reaction out of the way, he set about tasting his daughter's creation, making a pleased sound and then attempting to steal a bite from the main cake. It was his now. The whole thing. "This is very good, little bird. Very good. I'll leave a slice for you but I think I need the rest of it for myself don't you agree?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 3:25 am
"And now you know why. Honey." Emily grinned. "Like Honey cotton candy. I made honeyfrosting." She gently moved his hand from the main cake, smiling. "One slice at a time Daddy. I took one already. Don't want you too full for Uncle Tom's cooking later. But yes, it's your cake. I didn't think you'd deny your baby one little slice?" She smiled sweetly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 5:12 pm
"Maybe half a slice," Albert countered, trying to sneak around his daughter and grab the cake with his other hand. His cake. Why was she denying him cake?!? This was cruel, cruel - unfair even! "It's honey, little bird! Honey! This means I need to eat it all!" Starve the bees. It was his motto, and he had no intention of changing it. "Besides, Tom isn't the one cooking tonight. Quint wanted to try." He fell quiet then, to let that sink in. Quentin Wiley had not inherited either of his parents' kitchen talents, and the fact that he was wanting to attempt it meant that Albert and Emily Wren were going to suffer.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 5:34 pm
"Oh come on da--" Emily paused, freezing at his warning, before paling completely. "OH GOD YOU ARE SHARING." Blues turned on their father with tears and begging. "Please Daddy?! Please!" She whimpered softly, making herself look small. "It's unfair I should suffer alone!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 10:02 pm
Albert was, as always, done in by the large blue eyes of his only daughter, and the gray-eyed man wilted at the expression the teenager gave him. Sighing, he pulled his hand back from the cake, although his lip quivered in a pout. "Alright," he said, only the tiniest bit begrudging. "But only with you. Tom and Emily can bake their own, and Quint will suffer more than enough from his own cooking, and your brother isn't here anyway!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 5:44 am
Albert's surrender was rewarded with a squeal and a cuddle from his daughter, who pressed in and snuggled closely, kissing his cheek warmly. "You get the bigger half." She acquiesced, and continued the affection, peppering him in kisses. She adored her daddy, she truly did, and his love and company was always welcome to her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 2:30 pm
"It's not a half if it isn't even," Albert said, backing down from that play-argument at Emily Wren's cuddle. He smiled and returned her affection with a hug of his own, holding her with the long-practiced hug of a parent used to having a wiggly child to hold onto. "Anyway, when we're done here, do you think you'd want to go out to a movie or something else reasonably long enough that we'll miss dinner?" He loved spending time with his baby, which didn't happen as often as he'd like anymore, between his work and her classes. ...Besides, he really, really wanted to get away from Quint's attempt at cooking.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 2:33 pm
"It's half enough to me." Wren cuddled in, kissing her Daddy's check and crooning to him, then thought. "I saw tickets to a double-feature online tonight in town. X-Men First Class and Days of Future Past, if you don't mind watching the Gay Duo on-screen, Daddy."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 2:50 pm
"Mind?" Albert asked, raising an eyebrow. "I just wonder when they'll admit it!" Normally he wasn't one for superhero movies - they were too outlandish and frankly silly, but the recent ones that had been released over the past few years weren't too bad. And besides, Emily Wren liked them. That was more than enough to convince him to go.
"And we'll avoid Quint's cooking, which is even better!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 4:03 pm
"Me too!" Emily crooned. And then she smiled, cuddling in. "And the theatre offers pizza and stuff~" A FINE snack bar.
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