[ action ] The Quad

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[In some slightly off-the-beaten-path part of the quad today, there is a giant pie, and by giant, you could say that several grown men could fit inside of it comfortably--it is, however, oozing apple filling and not... blood or something else onto the grass, so perhaps that's a comforting thought. On top of said pie, there's a rather odd assortment of other baked goods: muffins, strudals, loaves of bread, cookies...

It's a surprisingly expansive list! The odd thing about the pile, however, is how nothing appears to be of the normal size; everything is either too big or too small. There are doughnut holes larger than your head, and yet, at the same time, there are cinnamon rolls you could fit on a fingernail.

Well, at least they taste good? If you're brave enough to try one at least.

Oh, right, there's also a guy seated a few feet behind the giant pile of baked goods, leaning against the base of a tree. He appears to be surveying the stack with mild interest as he munches on a cookie the size of a hubcap.]

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[ofherfate.livejournal.com]

[She eyes the tiny little cinnamon rolls. For something so small they look delicious sitting there in a little pile.]

You have quite the selection. Did you make all of this?

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Not sure I can actually take credit for making 'em. [He shrugs.] I just imagine them, and they show up. No real effort involved.

[ofherfate.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Watches him curiously.] May I request something?

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Sure. No guarantees on me getting the size right though.

[ofherfate.livejournal.com]

It's a delicate dish. It's called 'apple crumble' I believe.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Apple... crumble? [He frowns a little. Go figure the one thing she requests is something he's never heard of before.] Uh. You wanna describe that? Is it like... a pie or somethin'?

[ofherfate.livejournal.com]

I... believe so, yes. It contains apple slices within and is... [How to say the word...] ...goo-ey? Something to that extent.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

I'll give it a shot...

[Zephyr almost just gives her an apple pie, but something about that crumble bit makes him wonder. What part is crumbly? It wouldn't make sense if it's the bottom crust... Maybe the top? A crumbly top crust?

He creates the image in his head and then holds out his hands--trying to think it into the right size. The apple pie-crumble-thing appears a second later, being about the size of a large pizza; he's getting a little better. Zephyr holds it up for her.]

That right?