Baker Girl

Winter is the name. Nephilim and baker extraordinaire. Happily married to my man who lives in the blue box.

[[RP blog. Occasionally NSFW.

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Neko

tilendoftheline asked: *pins against the wall and kisses* //Pass this on to the next ten people on your dash. 

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

"I know the cookies are good but what the hell d’you think you’re doin’?!"

Steve smiled, shy but warm, and shook his head. “Thanks, ma’am - er, Winter, right? I really appreciate it. I’m warning you, though, I’m a little bit hard to satisfy when it comes to food.”

"Winter, yeah." She made her way to the door, waddling inside and behind the counter. One eyebrow rose up at Steve’s comment. "Like picky eater kinda hard to satisfy or eatin’ a whole heck of a lot hard to satisfy?"

"Like, I would probably clean out the whole place if left to my own devices," Steve replied. "I’m not picky at all. But… I would feel a lot more comfortable if you let me pay for what I eat."

Winter tried not to laugh at that. Really she did. Unfortunately a loud peal of laughter escaped her, causing her to inhale deeply as she waved her hands around. “Oh gosh. ‘M sorry, ‘m sorry. That’s just funny to me ‘s all. Oooh. Darlin’…I think you’ll be okay here. We prepare for that.” She bit her lip and nodded as she recovered from laughing so hard. “Okay. Okay. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Would I be mean if I gave you a Seniors discount?”

tilendoftheline asked: *pins against the wall and kisses* //Pass this on to the next ten people on your dash. 

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

wininthetardis:

"I know the cookies are good but what the hell d’you think you’re doin’?!"

"Really." An amused smile appeared. "I promise that it won’t be any trouble at all since Theory ‘s mine. After everythin’ the news says you’ve been through? Bit of food ‘s the least I can do."

Steve smiled, shy but warm, and shook his head. “Thanks, ma’am - er, Winter, right? I really appreciate it. I’m warning you, though, I’m a little bit hard to satisfy when it comes to food.”

"Winter, yeah." She made her way to the door, waddling inside and behind the counter. One eyebrow rose up at Steve’s comment. "Like picky eater kinda hard to satisfy or eatin’ a whole heck of a lot hard to satisfy?"

tilendoftheline asked: *pins against the wall and kisses* //Pass this on to the next ten people on your dash. 

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

"I know the cookies are good but what the hell d’you think you’re doin’?!"

Steve blinked. His stomach growled. He was rather hungry, indeed, but - on the house? “Really? You don’t have to do that, I can pay, I wouldn’t want to give you any trouble…”

"Really." An amused smile appeared. "I promise that it won’t be any trouble at all since Theory ‘s mine. After everythin’ the news says you’ve been through? Bit of food ‘s the least I can do."

tilendoftheline asked: *pins against the wall and kisses* //Pass this on to the next ten people on your dash. 

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

"I know the cookies are good but what the hell d’you think you’re doin’?!"

Steve shook his head. “It’s fine, ma’am. Don’t worry.” He frowned at her last question. “I’m sorry, I hate saying this, but… that information is classified.”

She made a face at the ma’am though she knew well enough it was simply manners. Ma’am never failed to make her feel old. Another smile tugged at her lips. “Darlin’ you don’t have to be sorry for that. Op Sec or whatever it ‘s.”

The corner of Steve’s mouth quirked and he shook his head. “Thanks,” he replied kindly. “I’m glad you understand.”

"Everyone has their secrets. Some just tend to be more important to national security than others." Winter paused briefly before, "If you’re hungry I’ve got a good selection of baked goods. On the house."

Baking Babes

rhymes-with-frenzy:

"Well aren’t you the little Tinkerbell." She grinned lightly as she brought their empty dough bowl to the sink and began scrubbing, trying to get the sticky bits off. "Yes, only nine. I didn’t want to overwhelm you. It’s a bit much getting into boots. There are just so many choices." Kenzi laughed as water splashed upwards from the bowl, wetting her shirt slightly. It didn’t bother her too much as she managed to finish scrubbing the bits off. 

"I’ll always be more trouble than I’m worth. Thief, remember?" She flashed the other a joking grin before drying off the bowl and returning it to the counter. This process was repeated with each tool they’d used, until they were clean and the thief’s hands were mildly pruney. "Me either. So, if you’re here and Creeper’s at work, who has your kiddos?" 

"Tinkerbell?" Her eyebrows furrowed slightly at the comparison, though it was obvious that it didn’t bother her any. In the back of her mind she couldn’t help but be amused by it considering she had wings as well. "Oh well thank you so much for that. Ten would probably push it, honestly. I mean over the past almost eight months I’ve definitely worn out my converses.” Kenzi accidentally splashing sudsy water onto her shirt made her giggle. “I have the same problem,” she observed. “The wet shirt thing, I mean.”

Winter hummed out a disapproving noise at that. “Okay I know I just met you an’ everythin’ but I doubt you’re more trouble than you’re worth. You’ve got a good, kind heart. An’ don’t forget…Robin Hood was a thief too…but he was also pretty good.” Thanks to Kenzi’s quick handiwork the kitchen and the utensils they’d used were clean. “Oh they’re with their Grandmama—Creeper’s mama. She’s been such a wonderful blessin’ with ‘em.” 

tilendoftheline asked: *pins against the wall and kisses* //Pass this on to the next ten people on your dash. 

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

wininthetardis:

"I know the cookies are good but what the hell d’you think you’re doin’?!"

"I don’t always remember to think before I talk an’ sometimes that sound very bad," Winter added sheepishly. "Really need to work on that.” She felt a bit bad at the misunderstanding even as she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe. But there’s always a certain amount of courage involved in those maneuvers. In my head that’s what make you guys heroes.” There was a pause before she added, “So…what’s Captain America doin’ in England?”

Steve shook his head. “It’s fine, ma’am. Don’t worry.” He frowned at her last question. “I’m sorry, I hate saying this, but… that information is classified.”

She made a face at the ma’am though she knew well enough it was simply manners. Ma’am never failed to make her feel old. Another smile tugged at her lips. “Darlin’ you don’t have to be sorry for that. Op Sec or whatever it ‘s.”

figment—ofyourimagination:

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   ”…” Give him a minute.

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"You haven’t got a menu I could see, have you?” So, give him about 20 minutes to look that over and ask about your specials— twice. He was a man of habit.

"Actually I do! New copy an’ everythin’ too, lucky you." She laughed quietly as she slid the menu over to him, placing some silverware in front of him as well. "When you’re ready just go on ahead an’ give me a holler, okay?"

lonelysoldierkazara:

[text] Movie it is then. I’ll get a pop culture lesson

[text] Sure you were

[text] Pregnant women are very strange. But I’ll get it.

[Text] With a quiz at the end.
[Text] That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
[Text] Oh bless you I will make you cookies as soon as I can.

tilendoftheline asked: *pins against the wall and kisses* //Pass this on to the next ten people on your dash. 

tilendoftheline:

wininthetardis:

"I know the cookies are good but what the hell d’you think you’re doin’?!"

Steve looked relieved. “Oh, good,” he replied with a smile. “And… well, maybe. I think it’s more just a civilian thing to sort of put us up on pedestals, though - we’re just people, we follow orders. Some of us give orders. It’s…” He shrugged. “It’s not easy, but we don’t do it so people will think of us as heroes.”

"I don’t always remember to think before I talk an’ sometimes that sound very bad," Winter added sheepishly. "Really need to work on that.” She felt a bit bad at the misunderstanding even as she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe. But there’s always a certain amount of courage involved in those maneuvers. In my head that’s what make you guys heroes.” There was a pause before she added, “So…what’s Captain America doin’ in England?”

chelseaevers:

i feel you, kid. i feel you.

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