Some Fluffy Among Us Logic One-shots

Have A Cake, And Eat it Too

[SYNOPSIS: In the months proceeding Novisor's demise, Aiden is finally able to resume his studies at Crewmate Community College...which means its back to lectures, papers and assignment deadlines all over again, and he's STILL not sure what he wants to major in. On a rare occasion when he has a day to himself, he decides to stop in a new bakery just off campus to settle his nerves...only to find that it's run by someone he knows.]

[LOCATION: Crewmate Community College & the surrounding vicinity]

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"Alright, let's see how I'm gonna do this...If I can skip Professor Sol's computer science lecture, that gives me an extra hour to work on my thesis on paranormal activity. He won't notice I'm not there, he's too busy ranting...That's what? A quarter done? 1,000 words down, at least 4,000 more to go. Maybe more. Depending on what direction it goes in...Then I have to be at the lab at 9:15, and with both Clinical Lab Science and Analytical Chemistry combined I probably won't be out of there until 3. That's fine, the next Parapsychology lecture isn't until 4, so I'll have some more time to work on that thesis...Or should I get lunch in that window instead? Dang it, I'd be pressed for time if I did. That paper's due in four days."

Aiden mumbled all of this to himself as he paced slowly down the sidewalk and into the shopping district. It was Sunday, so some of the stores were closed for the day. That was fine; he didn't come here with an aim to buy anything anyway. He came here to think. It was the one day of the week he had to clear his head and escape the hustle and bustle on campus. But given everything he had to work up to in the week ahead, he also needed this day to plan his next course of action.

...And when he laid everything out like that, he realized just how packed his schedule was.

"Shoot, and the Chemistry exam is on Friday! I'll need to cram after I get back from the lecture, I'm behind on that...Then what? By then it'd be past sundown. I can work more on my thesis until 10 maybe? Wait, what'll I have for dinner? The food court isn't open that late. Maybe Punk has some leftover ramen noodles in the cabinet, I could nosh on those..."

At the thought of food, his stomach growled...He hadn't been eating quite as much over the past week since he'd been so engrossed in his studies.

"Two years of demon possession, six months of physical therapy, and now this...Eugh..."

His gait slowed to a crawl as his mental exhaustion caught up to him. He was tired, hungry, and run down; he could feel a headache starting to come on already, in fact. Not surprising, with him sitting at a computer screen for so long writing and rewriting sentences for his paper. Maybe something to eat would do him some good. Yeah, one last big meal before the chaos set in next week.

...An appetizing smell caught his attention from one of the buildings to his left.

It was one of the few small food joints open on Sunday: a two-story cottage with turquoise walls. It could have been mistaken for someone's house if not for the hanging sign out front.

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MOTHER'S PASTRY KITCHEN

Freshly baked cookies, pies,
breads and more!                       

TODAY'S SPECIAL: Cakes