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It all started on a Tuesday. Mum and Dad were just getting home from work and they were already discussing their day together. Otherwise, it was quiet around the house, as it normally is during this time of day. With only Baylie in the house, there was no screaming or the thundering sound of children rough housing. It was hard to tell when Baylie was in the house at all. Sure, sometimes she'd appear and start talking their ears off, but other times she'd be in her room, blogging away... that is, if she were home at all.
Mum was considering calling Pippa to see if Baylie had gone to visit her again, but before she could finish speaking with her husband, Baylie came running down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Dad asked, with that sudden look of concern in his eyes.
"I've got a new part time job." Baylie said quickly, "I gotta go!"
"Wait a minute!" Mum crossed her arms, "Does it have anything to do with selling 'powdered sugar?'"
"It's a bakery, Mum... it's all legit." Baylie replied impatiently, "I'm going to be late!"
As Baylie darted out the door, she heard her father say, "Well at least she isn't gobshite like her sister."
Truth be told, Baylie was excited and anxious. All the running about and offering to buy lunches for poor people made it impossible to survive off of an allowance. This job would provide the freedom she needed to do all that she wanted. Plus, it would look great on a resume one day.
It didn't take her terribly long to reach the bakery, she did find herself arriving five minutes late, and Baylie took the sweet smelling building as comfort. Hopefully her new boss wouldn't be terribly angry. She didn't seem like such a person during the interview, but you never know. She could be two faced. Baylie hurried to Rina's side, the knot in her apron was loose but she provided a pleasant grin and greeted her boss with her sing-song Irish accent, "What's the story?"
Katharina Diederich absolutely loved her job. She loved the people that she met, she loved the sweet smell of her bakery, and she adored her employees. Rina’s Ritz wasn’t a particularly well-known or popular bakery, but she did have a decent amount of customers, and it seemed that there was at least one person in the bakery from the time she opened to when she shut down the shop. This day was no exception. She tried to avoid asking her employees coming in when she first opened; after all, she believed that no one should have to get up that early and traipse across London.
And as Baylie Pettywood was a teenager and this was her first job, Rina was willing to give the girl a bit of a lighter schedule than she did with Raya and the others. Rina hummed under her breath as she continued to make cupcakes. The free samples were on the counter awaiting Baylie’s organization. Once the cupcakes were in the oven, Rina began to decorate a custom order for a birthday cake. It was her favorite part of her job.
With each new custom cake, she learned a bit more about her customers. Their names, special events, loved ones, and... well, just about them in general. Perhaps it was an odd thing to be excited about, but when people confided in the sweet baker, it made her job just a little bit better. It was part of the reason she extended herself and her sweets to others. Everyone had a story, and Rina loved to learn them.
“What’s the story?”
Rina jumped a little, startled by the Irish voice. She grinned, turning to Baylie Pettywood. The girl was just a few minutes late, but Rina decided not to mention it. “Nothing, Miss Baylie. Here, let me help you with that,” Rina said, turning Baylie around and retying the knot in her apron snugly. “There we are! It suits you nicely. Will you set up the free samples after washing your hands? You can have a cupcake, if you’d like.”
She turned back to the special-order cake, decorating it carefully. “And after you’re done, you can help with the cupcakes.”
Rina reminded Baylie of her sister when she jumped. Pippa always was startled easily. Though unlike her sister, Rina turned around, smiling. This was a good sign. Baylie returned the smile, excited and elated to start her first shift.
“Nothing, Miss Baylie. Here let me help you with that,” Rina said as she turned Baylie around. Baylie bit her lip, feeling like a child. Her first day of work she shows up late and her boss needs to fix her apron. “There we are! It suits you nicely.”
Baylie turned back around, beaming. Rina sure could tie a knot! She felt like she could move freely with no worries of her apron slipping off.... for once.
“Will you set up the free samples after washing your hands? You can have a cupcake, if you’d like.” Rina said.
“Yes mum!” Baylie saluted her boss, pursing her lips into a crooked smile, “I’ll get to it right away.”
Baylie turned on her heel and began scrubbing her hands clean. She was bound and determined to prove to Rina that she was the furthest thing from a waster. She wanted Rina to be able to count on her to be a solid employee. This was her first real job and she wanted it to be the best experience ever.
“And after you’re done, you can help with the cupcakes.” Rina added, Baylie glanced back at her and saw her decorating a cake. It was so beautiful. Watching her made her want to go to culinary school and learn to do this herself.
With her hands clean, Baylie went to straight to the cupcakes. She picked each of the flavors and arranged them into a formation so that the colors were complimentary. Just as soon as she set it on the counter, an old man who, not to be rude, looked like your stereotypical American tourist. Bright orange hawaiian shirt tucked into khaki shorts. Long white socks under black sandals. Baylie loved America, but tourists like him made her feel like some animatronic in a theme park. She smiled for him despite her discomfort.
“Free samples?” he asked loudly, like he was speaking to someone who was hard of hearing.
“Yes sir!” Baylie smiled meekly, feeling a little intimidated with her first customer.
“Oh good! You speak English.” he bore a toothy grin. “Do you have any of those with no sugar? I’m on a special diet.”
Baylie couldn’t help but frown as she considered his request. Could a cupcake be made with no sugar? Wasn’t sugar the foundation of cupcakes?
“Sorry, it’s my first day. Let me ask my manager.” Baylie said nervously. The smiling, red-faced man nodded, obviously not troubled by the fact that she was new.
How did he managed to get a sunburn in London? The sun was rarely visible...
“Rina?” Baylie tapped her shoulder, “Do we have any cupcakes with no sugar?”
Katharina smiled, watching as the girl turned on her heels and began to scrub her hands clean vigorously. She certainly seemed excited. Rina could remember her first time working at a part-time job. Rina was already determined to bend over backwards to please in any occasion, but it had seemed more true than ever when she was getting paid. Still, it had not lasted long as Rina had gone to Oxford to major in theoretical physics as her father had.
Of course, that hadn’t lasted long before she’d come scampering back to London with sugar-filled dreams of a bakery. She smiled and turned back to her cake. Rina could recognize a lot of herself in Baylie, if a much more spastic and hyperactive version of herself. She put the finishing touches on the cake and carefully slid it in the box, wrapping a pink silken ribbon with the bakery’s name embroidered into it around the box.
She drifted back to the front, mostly ignoring the conversation Baylie had been engaged in by a customer. The man seemed nice enough – if rather... oddly dressed, but Rina was willing to look past the fashion faux-pas of tourists. She herself was rarely well-dressed, drifting more towards aprons and slip-on dresses. Katharina smiled at Baylie and knelt down, filling the display with freshly baked goods. There was a variety of cupcakes, cakes, and other desserts in the display.
Katharina shut the display again, standing up and going back to the kitchen, pulling out the cupcakes. They still needed to be frosted and decorated, but she would wait until they cooled. She would also have to make some more frosting, but she could wait a little longer to show Baylie. Speaking of, Rina felt a light tap on her shoulder.
“Cupcakes without sugar?” she repeated, looking out of the kitchen and at the tourist. “Of course we do. None in the free samples, though,” Rina said, wondering how she had forgotten to include the sugar-free and the other ‘healthy’ cupcakes in the free samples. She smiled at Baylie and went back to the display, taking out a sugar-free chocolate cupcake and handing it to Baylie. “I like how you set up the free sample cart.”
She pulled out a few vanilla, spicy chocolate and peppermint cupcakes that were sugar-free. “Could you put these there, too?” she asked, setting them on the counter. She grinned at the tourist and offered a bright wave. As he greeted her back, her grin widened. American! She loved Americans! “I hope you find everything else okay. Enjoy your stay in London!” she chirped cheerfully.
[/i] Baylie felt a little bad for him, and felt somehow responsible. Rina gave her a smile that made her feel less awful and walked over to the display. She pulled out a sugar-free chocolate cupcake, handed it to her, and said, “I like how you set up the free sample cart.”
“Thanks...” That made Baylie feel a lot better. It was okay. She was doing just fine. She could breath now.
Baylie walked back to her customer and handed him the cupcake.
“Here’s a free sample!” Baylie said brightly, “It’s chocolate and has no sugar added.”
The American tourist bit into it, and Baylie had never seen a better reaction. She smiled genuinely, feeling as though she had just discovered the best job in the whole wide world.
Rina pulled out a few more sugar-free cupcakes and set them on the counter, “Could you put these there, too?”
“Yes mum!” Baylie said eagerly, hurrying to the cupcakes. She set them all up by the others, making certain they were each labeled ‘sugar-free.’
“Sir, these are all sugar-free too!” Baylie said to her costumer. “You can try them if you want to.
“No thank you, ma’am.” he said, “I don’t think there can be a bad egg in this place. I’d like to buy one of your... vanilla cupcakes and your... spicy chocolates for the Mrs. And make both sugar-free, please.”
Rina waved to him and he greeted her, a warm smile on his face.
“I hope you find everything else okay. Enjoy your stay in London!” she said sweetly.
“Will do.” he replied.
Baylie brought him his order and rang him up. She used to work at a fish and chips restaurant so it was no problem figuring out the cash register. She didn’t even need the machine to tell her his total, she was so accustomed to adding up totals she didn’t really need to think about it too hard.
“Have a nice day!” She waved goodbye.
Now what was she supposed to do after setting up the samples...?
....
Oh right! Helping with the cupcakes!
“Rina, I’ve finished the samples!” Baylie skipped over, excited to learn how to make those wonderful pieces of delicious smile-makers. [/font][/font][/ul]
Baylie skipped over to her, and Rina smiled. “Good!” she chirped happily, wrapping up the cake she’d been working on and putting it aside. Rina put on her bright pink (Raya sometimes mentioned Rina’s rather egregious love for the color) oven mitts and pulled out the cupcakes from the oven. They were an assortment of flavors. “These need to cool before we put the icing on them,” Rina explained softly as she set them on the counter. She pulled off the mitts and hung them. “Do you want to learn to make the icing?” she asked.
Without waiting for much of an answer – because who turns down an offer like that? - Rina pulled down the ingredients for the icing. Salted butter, vanilla, icing sugar, and coffee cream. “Here,” she said, putting the butter in a measuring cup. “Will you the whip butter?” she asked, offering Baylie the cup and the paddle beater. “After it’s whipped, you add in the icing sugar.” She put more butter in another measuring cup and took out another paddle beater.
A few moments later and Rina was covered in butter-and-icing sugar. She giggled. “Okay! Now for the cream!” She picked up the coffee cream and added it to her own icing concoction. She slid it over to Baylie, and then added the vanilla to hers. She paused, and then looked mischievously at Baylie. “Want to try something different?” She poured the vanilla in the measuring cup, then stood on her tiptoes and rifled through the spices and pulled out the spicy cinnamon that she had mixed a week earlier.
“I made this for the French toast and cinnamon rolls,” Rina explained, pouring some inside of Baylie’s cup. “You can be the spicy cinnamon vanilla cupcake guinea pig... if you would do me the honors, of course.”
It was quite the tongue twister and she and her brother used to compete on who could sing it the best, until both of them had it down. They sang it together at a talent show, but they lost. It turned out that just being able to pronounce everything in its proper tempo is less impressive than actually being able to sing.
Rina’s giggle silenced Baylie. Her boss probably wouldn’t approve of singing. Plus it was embarrassing to be caught singing in public. Baylie lifted the paddle beater to inspect her mixture, forgetting to turn it off and found herself spritzed with almost icing. She switched it off quickly.
“Okay! Now for the cream!” Rina said, sounding as pleasant as ever. Baylie rested her hand on her cheek, a little embarrassed that there were little gobs of butter and sugar on the counter. Then she noticed by her eye was another gob. She wiped it off.
Rina added the vanilla cream to her butter and sugar, then paused. Oh! Oh no! She’s noticed something that Baylie did wrong, hasn’t she?! A mischievous look at Baylie and she knew she was in trouble. She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come in time.
“Want to try something different?” she asked,
“Uh.. sure!” Baylie stopped. She was still nice? Baylie noticed that she was also covered in gobs of almost icing. Baylie’s smile found its way home.
“I made this for the French toast and cinnamon rolls,” Rina said, pouring mysterious contents into her cream, butter, and sugar mixture, “You can be the spicy cinnamon vanilla cupcake guinea pig... if you would do me the honors, of course.”
“That sounds really good...” Baylie was almost drooling, she hesitated, noticing a gob of icing on her nose. Cross-eyed, she reached to brush it off. “I wonder if nutmeg might work with that too...”
Baylie switched the mixture back on, after making certain that the paddle beater was down in the dough. As she watched it mixing, she couldn’t get that tune out of her head and ended up whistling it.
“Oh... I think it’s done..” Baylie looked at the creamy icing. It was tinted a slight brown color and smelled marvelous.
Rina glanced curiously over to Baylie as she heard the Irish teenager begin to sing. She hummed along quietly and cautiously, not quite sure how it went (or what it meant, if it did mean something) but it only seemed polite not to leave the girl to sing alone. Katharina herself was an awful singer – she was much better at piano, and she wasn’t a pianist by any means – and Baylie was much better than she was... well, what she could hear over the drone of the icing instruments.
She noted Baylie’s look of panic and her eyes widened slightly, confused by the sudden change. Had she inadvertently startled the young girl? She was shorter than Baylie was (not by much, but Rina wasn’t even five feet tall, so it didn’t take much) and so it was very unlikely to Rina that she was a very imposing figure. Still... Rina continued talking, shrugging off Baylie’s look of confused panic. Eventually Baylie’s smile returned, and Rina let out a small breath of relief.
“That sounds really good. I wonder if nutmeg might work with that, too.”
Rina paused thoughtfully, tapping her finger to her lips as Baylie went back to mixing. “You know,” she said, “that isn’t such a bad idea. I know what we’ll try next time!” she chirped excitedly, grinning at Baylie as the icing finished. “If you put the icing on the cupcake before it’s done cooling, it could melt the icing. It could also make the cupcake crumble and look bad,” Rina informed her, putting the bare cupcakes down in front of them. “Do you want to frost them?”
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