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Okay so for everyone else this is an AU that we talked about last night, but omg this simple sentence can’t cover ALL OF THE BEST BITS
–It started because I wanted to do something silly and a bit tropey, so: Alfred is Rue’s favorite teacher at school and she can’t WAIT to introduce him to her dad.
–SHE doesn’t know about the huge feud over those darn brownies (that has since escalated into, like, Capulet-and-Montague levels of rivalry over the years). So Haplo shows up for the parent-teacher conference and his eye immediately starts twitching and Alfred goes deathly pale but they HAVE to be civil. It’s… very awkward, as Alfred mumbles to his desk about what a good student Rue is.
–Then, in hamelin’s words (which I think are very well-put): “Meanwhile, Alfred can show up at Haplo’s house at 6 pm with a baking tray of brownies (the same brownies, legend has, that the Sartans first insulted and then stole the recipe for) shoves them into Haplo’s hands with a squeaked ‘I'msorryforeverythingherehavetheseIbakedthemmyselfkeepthetray!’ before running.”
–Rue is confused. Haplo isn’t sure what to think. If only the brownies weren’t so delicious. Damn that Sartan.
–In the end, he decides TWO can play at THAT game. The next day, Alfred receives not only his returned tray, but a plate of cookies from Haplo, who stomps off, satisfied that they’re even now.
–Except then, somehow, it turns into an all out baking WAR between the two of them, until their kitchens are packed with more sweets (increasingly elaborate, at that) than either of them know what to do with. (Rue is delighted, of course).
–At some point they HAD to call it quits. That point being when they had got to exchanging multi-tiered, elaborately frosted CAKES. This one cracked me up: the image of Haplo muttering furiously under his breath as he does the piping on his masterpiece while Rue happily licks the batter bowl.
–With that over, they come to a tentative truce, and with it, actual friendship. (Rue is glad, but also disappointed that the steady supply of sweets around the house ebbs)
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Okay so for everyone else this is an AU that we talked about last night, but omg this simple sentence can’t cover ALL OF THE BEST BITS
–It started because I wanted to do something silly and a bit tropey, so: Alfred is Rue’s favorite teacher at school and she can’t WAIT to introduce him to her dad.
–SHE doesn’t know about the huge feud over those darn brownies (that has since escalated into, like, Capulet-and-Montague levels of rivalry over the years). So Haplo shows up for the parent-teacher conference and his eye immediately starts twitching and Alfred goes deathly pale but they HAVE to be civil. It’s… very awkward, as Alfred mumbles to his desk about what a good student Rue is.
–Then, in hamelin’s words (which I think are very well-put): “Meanwhile, Alfred can show up at Haplo’s house at 6 pm with a baking tray of brownies (the same brownies, legend has, that the Sartans first insulted and then stole the recipe for) shoves them into Haplo’s hands with a squeaked ‘I'msorryforeverythingherehavetheseIbakedthemmyselfkeepthetray!’ before running.”
–Rue is confused. Haplo isn’t sure what to think. If only the brownies weren’t so delicious. Damn that Sartan.
–In the end, he decides TWO can play at THAT game. The next day, Alfred receives not only his returned tray, but a plate of cookies from Haplo, who stomps off, satisfied that they’re even now.
–Except then, somehow, it turns into an all out baking WAR between the two of them, until their kitchens are packed with more sweets (increasingly elaborate, at that) than either of them know what to do with. (Rue is delighted, of course).
–At some point they HAD to call it quits. That point being when they had got to exchanging multi-tiered, elaborately frosted CAKES. This one cracked me up: the image of Haplo muttering furiously under his breath as he does the piping on his masterpiece while Rue happily licks the batter bowl.
–With that over, they come to a tentative truce, and with it, actual friendship. (Rue is glad, but also disappointed that the steady supply of sweets around the house ebbs)
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