Annabelle got all the ingredients ready. She smiled and fussed over them, thinking of them as little soldiers in her baking army instead of just plain old Butter and Sugar and Lemon Slices. Today’s mission is Blueberry Bars, boys, she thought to herself giddily. Everybody needs to do their part. Patience and precision wins the day. Eye on the prize.
Harold wandered over just as she was aligning the second stick a butter a little bit more to the right. “Whatcha doin’?” he asked. “Baking again?” He sniffed.
Annabelle kept her head down and let the question pass by her, watching silently as it followed him out of the kitchen and hovered as he settled down in his chair and grabbed the remote off the arm.