The instalment today is a very short one. I've finished the last run-through with Dragon God and need to do another scene map structural check before the next one, so I'm editing madly and only writing bits.
Let's see where Andrew and Thomas are going with The Gingerbread House.
The pantry remained fully stocked. Andrew was amused to notice that whenever he wanted something, the container of it appeared front and center in the pantry when he opened the door, and the next time he opened it for something different, that item was right in front of him.
“It would be so easy to get used to this,” he said as he brought out a bag of brown sugar.
“Get used to what?” asked Thomas as he cracked eggs into a bowl. A box of eggs sat beside the bowl, a new egg appearing every time he removed one.
“That.” Andrew pointed at the eggs. Everything you want is automatically there when you need it.”
Thomas looked around the kitchen, a confused crease between his brows. “Isn’t it always like that?”
Andrew laughed, shook his head, and continued measuring ingredients.
An hour later, Andrew had fifteen trays of gingerbread slabs in the oven that never seemed to fill up. Whenever he wanted to test a particular tray of gingerbread, it was always the one front and center in the oven. He and Thomas worked solidly until the light began to fade. Andrew gusted a sigh and collapsed into his chair. On the table nearly a hundred trays of gingerbread were stacked with a couple of inches between for air circulation. It still weirded Andrew out to see the trays hovering in the air, but his inner freak had calmed down a lot throughout the course of the day. He regarded the stack critically, tilting his head back to follow the pile of trays up to the ceiling. “That’ll probably be enough to cover the siding on this part of the wall.” He waved his hand in front of him to the section of the wall with a large window in it.
“Is that what you’re going to do? Cover the house?”
“Absolutely. The gremlins will be suspicious if we try to lure them inside, but they won’t be able to resist tasting the gingerbread if it’s outside.”
Let's see where Andrew and Thomas are going with The Gingerbread House.
The pantry remained fully stocked. Andrew was amused to notice that whenever he wanted something, the container of it appeared front and center in the pantry when he opened the door, and the next time he opened it for something different, that item was right in front of him.
“It would be so easy to get used to this,” he said as he brought out a bag of brown sugar.
“Get used to what?” asked Thomas as he cracked eggs into a bowl. A box of eggs sat beside the bowl, a new egg appearing every time he removed one.
“That.” Andrew pointed at the eggs. Everything you want is automatically there when you need it.”
Thomas looked around the kitchen, a confused crease between his brows. “Isn’t it always like that?”
Andrew laughed, shook his head, and continued measuring ingredients.
An hour later, Andrew had fifteen trays of gingerbread slabs in the oven that never seemed to fill up. Whenever he wanted to test a particular tray of gingerbread, it was always the one front and center in the oven. He and Thomas worked solidly until the light began to fade. Andrew gusted a sigh and collapsed into his chair. On the table nearly a hundred trays of gingerbread were stacked with a couple of inches between for air circulation. It still weirded Andrew out to see the trays hovering in the air, but his inner freak had calmed down a lot throughout the course of the day. He regarded the stack critically, tilting his head back to follow the pile of trays up to the ceiling. “That’ll probably be enough to cover the siding on this part of the wall.” He waved his hand in front of him to the section of the wall with a large window in it.
“Is that what you’re going to do? Cover the house?”
“Absolutely. The gremlins will be suspicious if we try to lure them inside, but they won’t be able to resist tasting the gingerbread if it’s outside.”
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