mon chouchou . jb

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we're out of flour.

finally, comes sunday — jerry baynard's favourite day of the week. not only would he be able to ride to charlottetown, he would also get to have a bite of marilla's baked goods.

jerry could never understand just how marilla does it. supposedly, her hands are magical when it comes to baking. something as simple as pie could taste so heavenly when it's made by marilla.

and there he was, rushing to the cuthbert's home after breakfast with his family. he promised them that he would bring some of whatever marilla baked after he was done for the day.

jerry was welcomed with a bedheaded anne, yelling good morning to avonlea from the window of her room. jerry laughed lightly to himself, still surprised with anne's unusual antics.

after working for the cuthberts for more than two years, jerry was used to most of the things anne does. though that does not mean he doesn't get startled from it.

"do you have to do that every morning?" jerry shouted from below.

"a good morning back would've been nice, jerry." anne rolled her eyes with a smile, closing the curtains to clean up and get dressed.

a small smile crept on jerry's lips. being around anne for most of those two years has made them act like siblings around each other. even with plenty of actual siblings at home, jerry enjoys his time with anne just the same.

without another thought, jerry walked in the cosy home of the cuthberts — and headed straight to the kitchen. he was trying to figure out what marilla was baking by sniffing the scent as he went to the source.

could it be, chouquettes? ooh those are jerry's absolute favourite!

or could it be.. a classic apple pie? as a matter of fact, they are in season.

as soon as he set foot in the kitchen, jerry yelled out — "good morning miss cuthbert!", in hopes of being greeted with marilla's figure and her delicious pastry.

but instead, jerry was met with an unknown being — a girl, to be exact — who was gathering milk bottles on the counter top. (which might i add, had no plate of pastry on top of it. probably why jerry smelt nothing).

the girl did not have a clue on what to do, so she responded with an awkward, crooked smile, before returning to her tasks.

jerry, feeling embarrassed as ever, muttered a quick 'sorry' and scattered back outside. that was until he stumbled upon the actual marilla, who pushed him back into the kitchen.

and again, jerry was met with the girl — who stared at him with a raised eyebrow for a few seconds, before marilla came with more milk bottles in hand.

"are you sure you don't want all of these miss cuthbert?" she asked, eyeing the amount of used milk bottles marilla has given to her. while jerry, on the other hand, just watched from the side.

"oh no darling, you take them. we have too much already in this house." marilla replied, helping the girl store away the milk bottles in a basket.

trying to include himself in the conversation, jerry sat on a stool and crossed his arms on the counter top. "are you not baking today miss cuthbert?" he asked.

"i'm afraid not jerry. we're out of flour. matthew rode to charlottetown yesterday to buy some. unfortunately, the ingredient shop was closed. probably was a tad bit late." marilla replied, also disappointed in not being able to prepare a pie as she planned to.

"he was probably not, miss cuthbert." the girl interrupted. "my father is an acquaintance of the owner, he fell ill yesterday evening." this caused marilla to gasp in shock.