Puppeteer

Chapter 26-Aprons, Mother?

"Evie, you're wearing this" Nina commanded as she thrust the bright red apron towards me.

Damn. I have no way to get out now, right?

Enthusiastically, I started wearing my colourful apron.

Looking down after I wore the apron, there were lines....that formed letters....

In big yellow letters, there was "MUM" written.

When I judgmentally looked at Nina, she started laughing her usual clear, musical laugh.

 Looking next to me, I saw a Violet who was turning-well, violet in effort not to burst out laughing. 

"It's okay if you laugh. Because great! I'm the mum of the group! It means that I am an amazing individual who can take care of myself and others." I just muttered, in effort trying not to blush.

"Huh, you could interpret it that way." Violet commented. Nina nodded approvingly.

"So mum, in that sense, could you please pose for us?" Satisfied, my arms and legs gracefully moved (totally not banging into the fridge) and posed with a whipper in one hand, and a spatula in another.

 "I'm sending this to Ast!" Nina exclaimed, breathless with laughing "Oh no you don't!" I lunged at her, with my deadly weapon-spatula on hand.

That was when Theo came in, hand in hand with a girl with pink bob and blue eyes. Anastasia.

"What's up Evan?" Theo remarked, noticing my spatula under Nina's hand (almost touching her phone), a wheezing Violet, me with my apron and a chef's hat Nina just forced upon me. Yep, he probably turned his Analyser mode straight after he saw me.

 It was an uncommon sight, after all.

Indicating Violet, he asked "Is she your girlfriend?" while I stared at him. He obviously knows what's going on. I mean, he is a freakin' Analyser!

My savior, Anastasia, who, additionally is the coolest Puppeteer ever, punched Theo's arm. Then she dragged him into his room "Don't care about this idiot Evan!" I saluted her as Nina waved back, smiling brightly at her role-models.

"Hello? Cookies? Bake sale? Anyone?" oh yeah.

Back to reality, I began to scavenge for flour, eggs, sugar and- "NO NINA THAT IS SALT DO NOT MEASURE A CUPFUL OF IT" Nina, jumping at my booming voice, became resigned and sat down on dining table.

"And this is why you failed to bake even using a mix?" I asked Violet. After a quick glance at Nina, she nodded vigorously. "How did you know I used a mix?" Ninz just casually remarked.

"Because you would never bake from scratch." "Ah" "The worst cooking magician" "My pleasure"

"Are you ready to actually bake, Violet?" "Yes Captain!" We actually started baking, NOT burning this time, under my instructions.

"Did you know Nina's mum owns a bakery?" I asked Violet. "Really? That's cool." Violet replied, her small hands occupied with cracking the eggs. "No smirking Evan! And don't you dare discuss why my baking skills are so bad." Nina wiggled her finger threatening while doing her homework on the dining table.

"I was just going to tell her how good the cream donuts of your mum is!" "I see" Nina replied, unconvinced, her glasses glaring light at me.

It occurred to me halfway through that I didn't have any reason to bake.

"Why am I baking? I thought I was only selling?"

"But-" "Nevermind. I'd rather bake than see the entire house burn." Nina glared at me, cheeks flaming. "It was only the oven that burned!" "She came running to my house saying her scones were eaten by fire." I turned to Violet, who was mixing the chocolate chips into the dough. "

"How did that happen?" "Nina was trying to bake scones" (more like stones) "but didn't know she was supposed to cut the baking paper on the edges so that it doesn't burn." "Ah" "When I remember her face at that time-" "Evan, darling, do you want me to read you a book again?"

That shut me up. After we refrigerated the dough, we finally allowed Nina to at least touch it. We made random shapes like a flower, snowman, bell, heart and star, threw flour at each other and got told off by my mum, who came in the middle of our flour-fight.

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