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side. “How fast?”
“Um, macaroni and cheese in three minutes.” They all laughed and shook their heads. “No really.”
“Okay. Have your fun,” said Ana. “But it’s true .”
Moonlight motioned for her to come closer. “Here’s what I’d do if I were you…”
Half an hour later Ana found herself going through the door of the bakery four blocks away from the pub.
“Help you?” said a pleasant looking man in all white clothes and a tall white hat.
“Yes.” Ana stepped up to the counter and said, “I see that you make beautiful cookies.”
The baker seemed pleased. “The best in all Farsuitwail.”
“Well, I’m here representing the Human Hybrid Interrelations Council. Charming sent me.”
The man stood up a little straighter. “Charming?”
“Yes. We want to serve cookies to hybrids at the pub, but don’t know how to make them. Charming was wondering if, in the interest of good human-hybrid relations, you would consider teaching me.”
The man looked impressed, but not especially pleased. “Charming sent you?”
“Yes,” she lied and didn’t blink when he searched her face.
“Well, I suppose we could teach you a couple of things…”
“That’s marvelous! Thank you! When can we start?”
“Four o’clock tomorrow morning. I’d say bright and early, but it’s not bright. It’s just early.” He laughed. “Little bakery humor there.”
Ana almost choked. “Four in the morning? You mean when it’s still dark?”
“That’s what I mean. That’s why it’s ‘not bright’, just early.”
“Alright. I’ll be here. Four tomorrow morning.”
Her first impulse was to run out of there before he had a chance to change his mind, but then realized she hadn’t asked for his name. She turned back, “I’m Ana, by the way. What’s your name?”
“Charlie.” He narrowed his eyes. “Say, you’re human. How does that fit into this interrelations thing?”
“What could be more integrated than teaching another human to teach hybrids? Thanks a lot. Bye. See you tomorrow.”
And she was gone before he could ask any more questions.
Ana ran straight back to the pub and stopped at the bar where Scar was counting bottles.
“My five days doesn’t start until tomorrow morning at 4,” she said on her way back to the kitchen. She didn’t wait for a response because she had a feeling it would bring on a whole new negotiation.
She pushed through the kitchen’s swinging door. “Moonlight! That was brilliant.”
“It worked?” Moonlight looked shocked, like success was the last thing she’d expected.
“Like a charm.”
Bowman perked up with his cocky little grin. “Yeah? Well, I wouldn’t want to be you when Charming finds out you used his name.”
“Hey. He’s the one who insisted I get a job.”
“I think she needs lessons in logic as well as cooking,” Abel said to Brook.
“So what are you going to do with the rest of today?” Moonlight asked.
“Maybe hang around here? Can I just sort of watch what you’re doing? Maybe ask questions?”
“Of course. Like I said, we’re not teachers, but we’ll try.”
Ana couldn’t have been more surprised to find that she liked learning about cooking almost as much as she liked eating the food. She liked the easy camaraderie and banter in the kitchen, the aromas, the sounds of sizzling and even metal clanging against metal. By the end of the day, she knew how to chop onions without crying, how to make onion soup, how to sauté lamb and onions in butter, and how to batter onion rings in preparation for frying.
Scar pushed through the kitchen door at six o’clock and saw that she was battering onion rings. “Those don’t look like cookies to me.”
“Mission Cookies begins tomorrow morning.”
Scar grunted. “Well, you’re done here. There’s a VIP sitting at my bar wanting to know about your first day.”
She blinked a couple of times before she realized who he was talking about. When it registered
“Um, macaroni and cheese in three minutes.” They all laughed and shook their heads. “No really.”
“Okay. Have your fun,” said Ana. “But it’s true .”
Moonlight motioned for her to come closer. “Here’s what I’d do if I were you…”
Half an hour later Ana found herself going through the door of the bakery four blocks away from the pub.
“Help you?” said a pleasant looking man in all white clothes and a tall white hat.
“Yes.” Ana stepped up to the counter and said, “I see that you make beautiful cookies.”
The baker seemed pleased. “The best in all Farsuitwail.”
“Well, I’m here representing the Human Hybrid Interrelations Council. Charming sent me.”
The man stood up a little straighter. “Charming?”
“Yes. We want to serve cookies to hybrids at the pub, but don’t know how to make them. Charming was wondering if, in the interest of good human-hybrid relations, you would consider teaching me.”
The man looked impressed, but not especially pleased. “Charming sent you?”
“Yes,” she lied and didn’t blink when he searched her face.
“Well, I suppose we could teach you a couple of things…”
“That’s marvelous! Thank you! When can we start?”
“Four o’clock tomorrow morning. I’d say bright and early, but it’s not bright. It’s just early.” He laughed. “Little bakery humor there.”
Ana almost choked. “Four in the morning? You mean when it’s still dark?”
“That’s what I mean. That’s why it’s ‘not bright’, just early.”
“Alright. I’ll be here. Four tomorrow morning.”
Her first impulse was to run out of there before he had a chance to change his mind, but then realized she hadn’t asked for his name. She turned back, “I’m Ana, by the way. What’s your name?”
“Charlie.” He narrowed his eyes. “Say, you’re human. How does that fit into this interrelations thing?”
“What could be more integrated than teaching another human to teach hybrids? Thanks a lot. Bye. See you tomorrow.”
And she was gone before he could ask any more questions.
Ana ran straight back to the pub and stopped at the bar where Scar was counting bottles.
“My five days doesn’t start until tomorrow morning at 4,” she said on her way back to the kitchen. She didn’t wait for a response because she had a feeling it would bring on a whole new negotiation.
She pushed through the kitchen’s swinging door. “Moonlight! That was brilliant.”
“It worked?” Moonlight looked shocked, like success was the last thing she’d expected.
“Like a charm.”
Bowman perked up with his cocky little grin. “Yeah? Well, I wouldn’t want to be you when Charming finds out you used his name.”
“Hey. He’s the one who insisted I get a job.”
“I think she needs lessons in logic as well as cooking,” Abel said to Brook.
“So what are you going to do with the rest of today?” Moonlight asked.
“Maybe hang around here? Can I just sort of watch what you’re doing? Maybe ask questions?”
“Of course. Like I said, we’re not teachers, but we’ll try.”
Ana couldn’t have been more surprised to find that she liked learning about cooking almost as much as she liked eating the food. She liked the easy camaraderie and banter in the kitchen, the aromas, the sounds of sizzling and even metal clanging against metal. By the end of the day, she knew how to chop onions without crying, how to make onion soup, how to sauté lamb and onions in butter, and how to batter onion rings in preparation for frying.
Scar pushed through the kitchen door at six o’clock and saw that she was battering onion rings. “Those don’t look like cookies to me.”
“Mission Cookies begins tomorrow morning.”
Scar grunted. “Well, you’re done here. There’s a VIP sitting at my bar wanting to know about your first day.”
She blinked a couple of times before she realized who he was talking about. When it registered
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