[OPEN] Unrequited Love Potion Cookies

[sortofprincess]

Who: Evie and YOU (and maybe anyone you wanna love)
Where: Sweetie Pies, Verens
When: November 1st, effects through the 3rd
Format: Started in prose, but brackets are cool.
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Summary: Evie attempts to make Cheer Up cookies. Instead, she accidentally whips up a batch of Unrequited Love Potion Cookies.
Notes: Love effects are temporary, lasting from a few hours to a couple of days, depending how many your character snarfs. Log is open to any/all accidental crushes, doesn't have to just be Evie.


It truly did start off with all innocence and good intentions. Evie didn't even mean to magic the cookies, honest! She's an Auradon girl through and through (okay okay, she's still got a naughty streak) and believes in the ban on magic. She absolutely wasn't trying to make a love potion, though her mind had gone to the possibilities of it when Ventus couldn't talk and she just knew all he needed was True Love's Kiss to fix that.

That's where the idea to bake came from. Spell or no spell, Mal's recipe for cookies truly was the best and tastiest, and Evie mostly had it memorized. She figured without the incantation, they'd just be cookies. Cheering up cookies. Like the kind Lonnie talked about baking with her mom. And that was where things went wrong: thinking about Lonnie. Lonnie who's name was on the Wall this morning, and right on the heels of that poor dragon dying too.

Evie was mixing the batter and missing her friend, thinking about the last time she baked cookies. She'd been with Mal, Carlos and Jay then, when Lonnie had walked in on their mischief and befriended them. Without meaning too, a tear fell and landed right in the batter. Then another. And another. Then before she knew it the cookie dough was completely infused with with her missing her friends and Dizzy and Doug. Not just tears of sadness, but tears of feeling alone, and longing for her loved ones.


The cookies baked up just lovely. Soft and chewy chocolate chip ones with a buttery scent. Evie set them out on a serving tray, so she could hand them out to any bakery customers who seemed especially down today. Free of charge, just a little pick-me-up treat to take home. Handed over with a smile and well wishes, without any idea she was inflicting them with an unrequited love potion.

"Here, a little something just for you."

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[pactfulfilled]

[Everyone swears by Sweetie Pies. It's just a given. And more than that, Asbel hasn't dropped by here in a while. A little sweet pick-me-up doesn't seem like a bad idea, all things considered. However... narrowing the selecting down might prove pretty tough when everything looks so delicious.]

[Asbel is busy perusing the various pastries and pies on display, his expression solemn and mildly thoughtful when he's interrupted by Evie's offer and... Well gee, it sure does smell good? And freshly baked. Who could resist?]

Better not. I won't be able to stop at just one.

[His mouth quirks slightly, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Still, he takes it gratefully.] ...Thanks, Evie. So what else is new today?

[Without a second thought, Asbel takes a bite. It's got an interesting flavor. Kind of salty, mixed with the sweetness of the chocolate chips? Hrmm... And something else. He's not sure what, though.]

[sortofprincess]

[Love and longing. The secret ingredient that Evie doesn't know she's added. That's what Asbel's tasting.]

My friend Lonnie's gone. I'm gonna miss her so much. But I know she'll look out for our friends; she's one of the bravest people I know.

And, she's the one who taught me about putting chocolate chips into cookies.

[The smile on Evie's face might contradict the signs of her eyes misting over, but she does mean it. No one is better qualified to get Ben safely back to Auradon from the Isle. And she's determined to keep a positive outlook no matter how much she now feels frightfully alone.

She hops once, slides the tray onto the counter, and loops her hand around Asbel's arm.]

What about you? How have you been?

[pactfulfilled]

[As Asbel listens, whatever humor had been tugging at his eyes fades into a look of sympathy for emotions he understands all too well these days: Longing. Loneliness. Missing those who are gone. And he's almost glad for the contact when Evie takes hold of his arm with the same sort of ease he used to pet Sophie on the head or hug Richard or slip his fingers through Eleanor's...]

[But, you know, it hurts a little, too.]

Lonnie sounds like an amazing person, Evie. [He pauses, frowning a little.] And...so are you, so... let's keep doing what we can for everyone here, all right?

[Asbel tries a smile, giving her hand a reassuring pat.]

And, well, not so different from you, I guess... Hey, but I've finally taught myself how to make a decent curry? Chocolate chips are some pretty tough competition, though.

[sortofprincess]

[Hearing that she's an amazing person? That picks up Evie's spirits immensely. Her smile grows by leaps and bounds and in her gratefulness for that pick me up, she lays her head on Asbel's shoulder for just long enough to be a tiny type of hug. She abounds with affection all the time, but especially when a friend is around.

But wait, a food that's a competition for chocolate chips? This bears investigating further.]

Curry? That sounds good. Could you teach me how to make it too?

[strayspride]

It's been a bit since Gabranth had first requested to meet for his measurements, and then had to reschedule and reschedule, but now that he's finally here and greeted with a very sweet and generous offer of cookies, he wonders if something is not slightly amiss. Evie really has on quite the brave face, but Gabranth has grown quite familiar with brave faces put on by very young, very kind, people.

Normally, he would refuse the offer, politely, but since he doesn't quite know Evie well enough to start a deeper conversation, he figures the least he could do is accept them, and offer as honest a compliment as possible as to the quality of the bake. Whatever comfort that might be.

"I apologise, again, for having put this off for so long." He offers Evie something that lopsidedly approaches a rueful smile, before taking a bite out of the cookie.

It tastes... very good actually, soft and chewy with pops of chocolate, not too sweet. It also feels a bit like swallowing one of Larsa's potions, the tingle of Magicks or Mist, but perhaps that's just the trick of his memory.

"I confess I... haven't the slightest idea what sort of wardrobe I would like, or what is in the mode, so I am going to place my trust in your capable hands, and give you free reign of it."

He's here today, after all, in what is clearly an all black set of under-armor leathers, and a few pieces of plate. Not exactly casual clothing.

[sortofprincess]

For a short moment, Evie waits with baited breath to see if the cookie is enjoyed or not. Baking on the Isle was always done by local goblins and while she's learning a lot about the skill, she is still a student. To her delight, baking is very much like chemistry. Precise measurements are required and yet application of heat transforms base ingredients into something wholly new. He's not spitting the cookie out (and thank goblins, they aren't glowing), so that must be a good sign.

Her smile warms up and she flicks her hand to wave away the apology. "It's quite alright. You've been busy. And it gave me some time to do a little planning. Just a second."

She slides the tray onto the counter, gives it a little nudge with her hip, then goes into the back. When Evie returns, it's laden with a large sketchbook with ample designs. Clothing she's simply daydreamed, some she's designing for her friends at home, and some with Gabranth in mind. He's welcome to examine all of them.

"Just have a look here and if you see something you like, we'll start with that." Meanwhile, Evie is having a look over at him. Assessing the leather (nice choice!), the cut of it (also nice!), his body's build (yum), and the plate (ehhh too stiff and stuffy). It's one thing to need armor for work or as the school mascot, and something entirely different to turn up in it as everyday wear. "I do like the leather though. It's quality material."

[strayspride]

As Evie comes back, Gabranth has already taken another and begun to happily devour his way through a second cookie. He brings up a hand to cover his slightly-full mouth with a rueful grin.

"These are quite delicious, do you mind if I take a few with me? My young lord would certainly appreciate them, I am sure."

He sets his cookie aside down on a napkin to accept the sketchbook of designs, and begins to flip through carefully, inspecting the illustrations on each of the pages. They are all quite creative, and not a few of the more elaborate designs remind him of some of the more interesting fashion choices back in the Archadian court. Definitely nice, but his inclination is towards the more simple designs.

"Thank you. It's meant to be very durable as the under-armor for my full-plate, but since I have little need to wear it all these days, I've been wearing it alone. Something similar to this, with a good leather, would be delightful, as well as a few things that are a touch more casual, with a freer range of movement."

He lingers longer of some of the sketches that have been labeled for a young man named 'Jay'. Some of them are more complex, but the designs overall silhouette seem fairly streamlined, which appeals to him.

"These are fairly nice, though perhaps slightly more austere versions of them." He turns back to Evie to offer her something of a smile. "I admit, though, I am certainly open to experimentation."

[sortofprincess]

"Take as many as you like. I made them for everyone to enjoy. I'm just thrilled they turned out well. Nobody bakes on the Isle at home."

While Gabranth is looking at the designs and snacking cookies, Evie slides up to his side and rests her head against his bicep. It's easier to see what he's looking at this way, especially with him being taller than herself. That, and she's more than a little curious at the feel. Purely for the sake of fashion, of course. Nice, very very nice.

But she isn't wholly distracted by touching a very well-built man. A little perhaps, but she's also paying keen attention to what he's saying, and not saying. Noting which designs he lingers on longer than others, watching where on the page his eyes fall first and last.

When he lingers on the designs for Jay, Evie's heart squeezes. She misses her friend so much and would love nothing more than to curl up with him to talk. And probe him about Lonnie. Ahem. However, she schools away the heartache for a later time so it doesn't show on her face. "That's something I want to make for my friend Jay. He's the captain of the R.O.A.R. team. Super talented and athletic. I try to make sure his clothes have good mobility, but are still durable. He's rough on fabrics." She giggles softly and then traces a finger along the contour of the jacket on the page. "He's insanely good looking too. Every girl at our school is half in love with him."

She gives the page another long look, noting the places she feels that a choice for Jay would be well suited for Gabranth as well. Then she reaches out to flip the sketchbook forward a couple more pages, settling on something more suited to an adult than a teenage tourney player.

"Something like this?"

[clipeum]

Clarus has missed… quite a bit, apparently. He’s not a fan of it, it was already hard enough to catch up when he just randomly woke up here with no idea of where he was or why and with all his friends and family having spent months- or even years- of their lives in this place. Plus he knows how worried he’s been every time someone he cares about turned into a crystal, and he hates it when people worry about him.

So he’s just checking on people, giving them a call or visiting them just to see how they were doing. Once he found out what had been missing, after the mess with the Arethei it’s not surprising that he’s a little worried.

Eventually, he ends up paying a visit to Evie. Only to be greeted with cookies, apparently.

“Don’t mind if I take one, then.” He says as his lips twitch into a small but still honest smile.

“I’m glad to see you doing well, Evie.”

[sortofprincess]

Here's someone that Evie is more than happy to see again. She's only just come to terms that sometimes people turn into rocks, only to learn they also leave on no warning. So a familiar and kind face is a welcome one.

She bounces nervously when he takes the cookie, as baking is something she's only just learning to do. Sometimes with very messy results. But so far these look really good.

"Thank you! It's so good to see you again too." There's absolutely no need to bring the mood down by moping for her missing friend, right? And in the spirit of remembering practically everyone she meets and particularly their clothes, she asks, "How did the costumes go over? The night got so busy I couldn't find you to check."

[clipeum]

They taste good, as well if Clarus' reaction is anything to go by. But he's always had a bit of a sweet tooth- don't tell anyone, it'd ruin his tough old man reputation.

"They went well, you're... an artist." He grins as he motions at the cookie. "In more ways than one, it seems. I am pretty bad in the kitchen so this may as well be magic to me."

Ha, ha, funny you say that Clarus. He takes another bite of the cookie, the biggest sign it's actually pretty damn perfect. "My friends were pretty impressed by the suits, even though I'm pretty sure Cor wished I had been joking when I said someone had been willing to make them. Is your business going well?"

[sortofprincess]

A delightfully melodious laugh comes from Evie with the comparison of the cookies to magic. Sure she started with a love potion recipe at the outset, but there were a few key ingredients missing, so she's positive they're safe. Shaking her head, she waves a hand to dispel that notion right away. "Oh no, definitely not magic. There's a big taboo on magic in Auradon. It still exists, but we're not supposed to use it."

Which is fine by Evie. Sure she grew up having memorized her mother's spellbook, but she agrees with the ban on magic. Look what a mess they've all gotten into with Ben and Uma and yeah Mal too from the ongoing use of gateway magic.

However, she does have to admit that she's really proud that the cookies seem to be a hit with everyone. Just proof positive that you don't have to use magic to make tasty treats.

"I'm so glad they were a hit. It was so much fun making them." Evie reaches over and grabs a cookie for herself and pops a bite into her mouth. They are tasty! And Clarus is so nice to ask about her budding business. "It's getting better. I had a slump around the time Sweetie Pies got trashed, but it's picked up again. Costumes for the carnival really helped a lot. And a friend commissioned a whole wardrobe overhaul. I can't wait to work on it."

Forever late as usual >>

[strayspride]

It is only after Gabranth has finished his consult and measurements that he steps out of Sweetie Pies, and finds it rather fortitus that he runs into Clarus on the way out. He grins, and jogs lightly to catch up to him. There's a brief shudder again, like the flush of an Elixir or Hi-Potion after being swallowed, but Gabranth is so immune to most effects of Magicks, and so uncertain to the specifics of the different effects that emotions might bring, that he brushes the feeling off as unimportant.

"Hail, Clarus!" He calls out, until he catches up, and offers Clarus a large grin.

"How have you been?"

worth the wait as always <3

[clipeum]

“Gabranth”

Clarus replies with a grin of his own as he takes his last bite of the frankly delicious cookie. Nothing seems out of the ordinary for now, he’s just happy to see a friend and one of the few people who can actually relate to him in this world that isn’t his own son.

“I have been well, considering I have been taking a nap inside of a crystal until recently. It seems like I’ve missed quite a bit.”

He tilts his head, glancing at the man up and down. “What about you? Are you doing alright?”

It’s, somehow, pretty important for Clarus right now to know how he's being doing. But that's not all that weird, is it? He's always been pretty overprotective of the people he loves.

[Open]

[brotrips]

(Eos house has a lot of people, which means a lot of food comes in and never comes out. With two professional cooks in the home, Noctis doesn't often do many things in the kitchen, but he isn't opposed to bringing things home on occasion. Today, he's supposed to meet with Iris, but he arrives first and orders the food. As he waits for the pastries, his eyes fall to the cookies.

Hm. No harm in trying one, is there?)

(ooc | Open to either side. Just let me know which side eats the cookies.)

clearly this is the perf way for them to meet

[erythrocytes]

Ooh, ooh! Having trouble deciding? [ She will gladly help out! Because she is all about having some sugary sweets. ]

Me too, actually. They all look so good. But I think I'm gonna go with... this one. [ Which she'll gladly take. ] And maybe this one.

what better way than love potions?

[brotrips]

It's more that it's kind of weird to eat something that's supposed to make you happy... (With a frosted cookie in hand, Noctis turns it between his fingers, as if he could make the cookie spill its secret.) A lot of food does that, but it'll be my first time eating one.

(It's a happy cookie. How dangerous can it be? Finally deciding to dive in, he takes the first bite.) Mmm..it's okay. (That's code for 'it's good'. Noctis speak takes a bit of time to learn.) The frosted one's okay, if you're looking for one.

This will be glorious

[nofarplaneyet]

[He hasn't been to this place in a while. Sora was the first person to key him to how wonderful their savory pies could be. That's what Auron's here for. While he does enjoy the occasional treat, he's in the mood for shepard's pie and the like.

He notices Noctis there, probably doing his own shopping for the house and gives him a nod.]

He already wants to apologize to his dad

[brotrips]

Hey.

(Iris hasn't shown yet. Instead of placing the order himself, he decides to wait for her input. That doesn't mean he can't have a treat of his own. One cookie, a bite missing, rests in his hand.)

I wouldn't have guessed you'd be a fan of sweets.

[lightthedarkness]

[Usagi actually has her arms full with boxes of orders that while MANY are for her, they are also for her customers to try some... but most of them are for her, so she can't actually take a cookie to try one.]

Any good? I'm sure they are, but always good to hear.

[brotrips]

Yeah, they're pretty good.

(That's a high compliment from Noctis. He's a prince after all, and he'd been given the finest foods since birth. When he was allowed, he traded it for cup noodles, but he had the fine food nonetheless.

Popping the last of the cookie into his mouth, he nods toward the boxes but swallows before speaking.)

Hungry?

[Open]

[phantom6th]

(Anyone who has ever seen Kuroko eat knows that...he doesn't, not much. A drink can often be a meal, and when he does eat more solid foods, he doesn't consume much. Still, there are occasions where he gives in to glutton and eats a cookie or two.

Kuroko, Midorima, and Akashi are working toward a home, which means moving. After a day at the library, he decides to stop by and get a treat for the hard night before him. The cookies are a tempting offer.

With one of his own, he'll speak to the nearest customer.)

Would you like a cookie?

(ooc | Open to either side. Just let me know which side eats the cookies)

[Open]

[rightfulassassin]

Hey... these are pretty good.

(A domestic baker, Tatsumi is capable of baking his own sweets, but there's something about going to a shop and getting sweets that feels special. It's a treat instead of a habit, but why not indulge on occasion?

The assassin is sitting to the side, a few cookies in front of him. They're a new attraction, he's told, so he wanted to give them a try.)

But I think I got too many...Hey? (He isn't too shy to approach someone, friend or stranger.) Want one?

(ooc | Open to either side. Just let me know which side eats the cookies)

[onebadapple]

Oh! I'm sure they are! Evie is a very good baker. [She giggled.] I'm so glad you like them, though. She's just as anxious as I am when it comes to people trying our food.

[She shook her head.]

I'm afraid I can't eat while I'm working, but I'll try one later. Still, it's so nice to see you here, Tatsumi!

[rightfulassassin]

Yeah...I can tell. They're really soft.

(Ah, Cookies really are a nice treat...

He finishes his first.)

Your ankle okay? I know it's been a while, but sometimes, injuries like that take the longest to heal.

(But Snow really is strong. She may look small and feminine, but she pushes past her own pain to help others. That's admirable. Anyone would think so.

Tatsumi grabs another. He thinks so, too.)

... You really try for people, huh?