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#noangstnov Day 26: Baking
#Rizzy if you squint

"I made you a cake."
They were alone in the galley. It was still early, most of the ship was still sleeping, but Izzy had come down for his morning coffee.
It was routine, Izzy sat and drank in relative silence while Roach worked.

They tended not to talk. Pointedly. But it was one of Izzy's favorite times of day, and Roach was part of it, loathe as Izzy was to admit it.
This was a deviation though.

"A cake?"
"Captain Ed said today's your birthday.
"Oh for fuck's sake. Who else knows?"
Roach shrugged, nonplussed by the utterly on brand response from Izzy.
"Birthdays mean cake, even for you, Mister Hands."

He ducked down and then stood up smiling and holding a little cake.
Just enough for one.
Izzy had expected one of the monstrosities Bonnet favored that used up too many supplies and fed them for days.
"That's all?" Roach's grin droppped.

"No, shit, that's good. Thank you." Izzy Hands was flustered in the face of Roach's disappointment.
"Don't need to share or tell anyone else, right? Thought it'd suit you best."
Izzy nodded, "yes, true."
"You'd best eat it fast, before everyone's up."

Roach handed the cake over and Izzy sat at the counter. It was a light brown color and a few blueberries decorated the top. He took a bite and it was perfect. Sweet, fruity, light.
He ate it quickly and licked the plate to get all the crumbs.

"Tell anyone you saw that and I'll gut you."
"Aye aye, Mister Hands. Have a good day."
Roach was smiling again, warm and kind. Izzy left the galley feeling like it might actually be a good day.

-End-

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