Lavender Snow

Coincidentally...

Tommy woke up to the smell of baking bread. He sat up groggily, looking around. He wasn't in the End anymore, that was certain. Golden sunlight was filtering through a cracked door to his left. He was lying on a tile floor, next to an oven. Tommy peered inside. Yep. Bread.

"SCAR!" Someone yelled. Tommy flinched and hid himself under a counter.

"Where did that come from?!" The voices were coming from the front of what Tommy assumed must be a bakery.

"Nowhere! Don't worry about it!"

"Scar. . ."

"Grian."

"Scar."

The second person sighed. "Well. . . you know the baguette you threw away last week?"

"You didn't."

There was a sharp crunch.

"SCAR!!"

"It's a perfectly good baguette, I don't know why you threw it away, it still tastes fine—"

"It's weeks old! How are you even eating that right now?!"

"It's not that stale. Here, try some!"

"No!!"

"I wouldn't mind a stale baguette," Tommy muttered.

The bakery went silent. Well, shit.

Tommy watched a pair of boots walk across the tile, and then the man bent over into view. He had curly hair like Tubbo's and a red sweater on. "Hello there!"

Tommy, unsure of what to do, just waved. "Hey."

"Are you alright?" The man grinned nervously. "You're not, uh, really where you're supposed to be."

Tommy flushed and scrambled out from the counter, leaning confidently against the wall. "I knew that, obviously, I was just coming to. . . steal shit?"

The man blinked. "Why?"

Tommy scratched his neck. "Uh. . . I'm hungry?"

"That's fair." Another man appeared from the front. It must have been Scar, judging from the plastic-wrapped baguette in his hand.

"Throw that away!" Grian shrieked. "Okay, okay, first things first, kid, are you like. . . homeless? We can give you some bread, but we're really behind on our batches today, because someone mixed up the sugar with salt in the raspberry rolls—"

"They look really similar!" Scar protested. "And I swear Etho stole some of our sugar when he came in yesterday."

Grian facepalmed. "Why would he steal our sugar, Scar?"

"I'd steal sugar, given the chance," Tommy said thoughtfully.

Scar gestured excitedly. "See, Grian? He— what's your name?"

"Tommy."

"Tommy agrees with me! I bet he eats baguettes, too!" Scar took a very crunchy bite of the bread.

"I'm an average baguette enjoyer," Tommy said. He had never had a baguette, but it was very entertaining to see this Grian guy get more and more frustrated with the both of them.

"I can't believe this." Grian sighed, then sniffed the air. "Is— THE APPLE BREAD!"

Grian shoved Scar and Tommy to the side and opened the oven. "Scar, get the oven mitts!"

Scar smiled at Tommy. "Okay."

"Now!" Grian snatched the oven mitts and removed the bread from the oven.