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#Mick

#Laisie (can this please be shortened to #Lazy?)

#Kaisie

#Mandrew

5. Drop Eggs

Keith and Andrew's first born child was brutally murdered two hours later.

Andrew was in mourning, staring at his massacred baby with unshed tears in his eyes as Keith crossed his arms and looked at Andrew as if he was an annoying bug he wanted to squish. Nick was rocking his own child back and forth as if suddenly worried about it spontaneously dying in his arms while Logan burst out laughing.

Maisie looked at the scene in front of her and sighed. Charity walked over and looked down at the burst bag of flour.

"To be honest they lasted longer than I thought," she said and Maisie clenched her eyes shut.

Maisie walked out of the kitchen to see Ben, the cop, sitting at a table eating a piece of chocolate cake that he definitely had not paid for. She headed over and held her hand out towards him.

"Two-fifty," she said. "Actually no, make that three-fifty because you went behind the counter and took the slice yourself when you're not allowed to."

Ben opened his mouth before closing it slowly. "Come on Maisie," he complained.

"No," she shook her head. "Money, now."

Ben rolled his eyes and shoved three crumpled up one dollar bills into her hand before dropping an array of change on top of it. "Keep the change," he grumbled and Maisie smiled tightly.

As she was putting the money away, Logan came stumbling out the kitchen doors with Andrew hooked under his arm. Both laughing - like idiots. Andrew slammed his hand down on the counter. "I need a beer."

"This is a bakery Andrew, we don't serve beer," Maisie said.

"But I'm in mourning," he whined.

"You're doing community service so you can't slack off," Maisie raised an eyebrow.

"Why do we even have to do community service?" Andrew grumbled.

"Because you broke the law and that's the legal system's answer." Ben said out of nowhere.

"Fuck the legal system!" Logan yelled then burst out laughing. "Come on, Mais, we're hungry."

Maisie shook her head and gave him a fake smile. "You already took your break, remember?"

Logan narrowed his eyes and Maisie walked past him, heading back into the kitchen with the sounds of Andrew complaining in German following her out. Inside Nick was glancing continuously at his bag of flour as he rolled out dough and the paranoia he had for it suddenly dying was blatantly obvious. On the other side of the kitchen was Charity who was teaching Keith how to make flowers out of fondant. Maisie looked at them suspiciously...they were close...too close.

Maisie walked over to them and Charity looked up. "It's a slow day so there's no point in making more cakes, they'll go stale too fast. I had some leftover fondant so..."

Maisie shrugged. "It's fine," then looked to Keith. "You any good?"

Keith looked down at the fondant in front of him with a frown. "I dunno. I don't really get it."

"Get what?" Maisie asked.

"Why you're feeling up all the fondant. Just put it on the damn cake."

Maisie rolled her eyes and pushed away from the work surface. "It makes the cake look nice and if it looks good then people buy it."

"So it could taste like total shit but they'll still buy it?" Keith asked.

Maisie nodded. "Pretty much."

Charity had made a row of about seven flowers from a bright pink fondant where Keith had a mashed up disaster that looked like a pumpkin someone had smashed a foot through. Maisie smiled a little before adjusting her apron.

"I've got bills to pay," she said. "I'll be out the back for a while, you guys want anything from the front?"

Charity shook her head. "We'll grab some cakes in a bit. You should get your coursework done, I know you have a ton of it. Tony can sought out the bills."

Maisie opened her mouth to protest but then just shut it and nodded. "Right," she said and pulled her apron off. "I'll just go grab my stuff."

Through the kitchen doors and inside the bakery, Logan sat at a table with his head in his hands as Andrew began pestering Ben.

"Can I see your gun?" Andrew asked.

"No," Ben said and threw back the last piece of cake.

Andrew then began to pester Ben about something else, probably his taser so Maisie took one look at Logan who was tracing patterns on the table and grabbed a plate.

Logan's head was hurting but he was too out of it to care. He trailed his finger over the surface of the table, his head resting on his other arm that was thrown over the table. He drew a butterfly then a heart and then just turned them into a mass of lines and curls and shapes. His finger began to feel numb when a plate was loudly put down in front of him.

He lifted his head up and stared at the plate that had a large piece of yellow cake on top of it with a fork. Logan glanced up at Maisie who stood beside the table.

"You've got munchies," Maisie sighed. "Don't make it a habit, please."

"I'll try not to," Logan said and didn't bother with the fork and just lifted the cake up, taking a huge bite out of the side.

Lemon - Sour yet sweet.

Logan gave Maisie a lingering look as she wandered off.

Reminded him of someone.

"Keith what the fuck?" Maisie choked out when she realized that when her back was turned, Keith was trying to get something into the display case. "What are you doing?"

"I made something out of fondant and thought it was good enough for the display case," Keith shrugged.

"I decide what goes in the display case!" Maisie said as she quickly ran over just as the doors opened with a ring. Maisie frowned immediately when she saw what Keith had stuck halfway into the case.

"Is that a penis?" she whispered, staring down at the large mass of fondant pressed to a plate. There was so much of it that it looked like a cake was hidden beneath it.

Keith snickered. "Maybe."

"Excuse me," a voice said from the other side of the counter and Maisie quickly moved away from Keith and over to her regular Mrs. Hander who stood with her purse in her hands and a smile on her face.

Maisie smiled and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face. "Your usual, Mrs. Hander?"

"Yes," the old lady smiled, "but um...I was curious about the cake in your display cabinet. I want to get it for my granddaughter if it isn't too much."

"Which cake?" Maisie asked.

"The one shaped like a type of flower," Mrs. Hander said and then pointed to Keith who was still trying to fit his penis fondant into the case. "That's the one."

Maisie's eyes widened and even Keith froze for a moment before he bit his lip to keep from laughing.

"You sure you want that one?" Maisie choked out.

"Oh yes, it's awfully sweet," Mrs. Hander said. "What type of flower is it?"

Keith's jaw wavered as he tried to not burst into a complete fit of laughter. It was getting harder and harder especially when Nick walked out from the kitchen, looked between everyone and knew exactly what was happening. He's the idiot that did most of the sculpting anyway.

"Did you ask what type of flower it is?" Nick asked the old woman, catching the end of their conversation.

Mrs. Hander nodded and Nick slid between Keith and Maisie, slapping his best friend on the shoulder.

"It's primarily known as a prickadilly," Nick said and Keith let out a choking noise as a howl of laughter echoed from the back of the bakery where Logan was practically dying.

Maisie's lips twitched and she quickly grabbed Mrs. Hander's usual and placed it on the countertop. "They're actually not for..." She stopped herself and winced slightly and prayed that she wouldn't go to hell for this. "I mean - uh - let me get that flower cake packaged up for you."

- Tahlie