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The Faculty - Written for NewYearsCountdown and Adventdrabble
Title: Christmas Dinner
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 196
Prompt: Burnt Turkey
Finished: 04.12.2022
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„Casey?“ Zeke rushed into the kitchen when he heard the desperate outcry. „What's happened?“
The boy was leaning at the counter, his face wet with tears. „I've ruined everything.“
Feeling confused, Zeke stepped closer; then he noticed the bitter smell of burned meat, and a realization hit him. „Oh. The turkey?!“
Casey sniffed. „I ruined it,“ he repeated. „It's the first Christmas my parents visit us here in New York, and I want it to be perfect. But I can't even cook a stupid turkey.“
„Hey, it was only the test run.“ Zeke put his arm around Casey's wild, shaking shoulders. „Next time, you will do better.“
„And what if not? I've told you, I am a miserable cook.“
It was hard not to smile. „Case. I'm sure your parents don't expect a perfect Christmas dinner. We could order something for delivery. And you make the dessert. Your Muffins are delicious.“
„Maybe we could do that.“ Casey sighed. „But it won't be the same. My mom will ...“
Zeke bent forward and stopped him with a kiss. „Don't worry. I'm sure all that your Mom needs for a perfect Christmas is you.“
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 196
Prompt: Burnt Turkey
Finished: 04.12.2022
:::
„Casey?“ Zeke rushed into the kitchen when he heard the desperate outcry. „What's happened?“
The boy was leaning at the counter, his face wet with tears. „I've ruined everything.“
Feeling confused, Zeke stepped closer; then he noticed the bitter smell of burned meat, and a realization hit him. „Oh. The turkey?!“
Casey sniffed. „I ruined it,“ he repeated. „It's the first Christmas my parents visit us here in New York, and I want it to be perfect. But I can't even cook a stupid turkey.“
„Hey, it was only the test run.“ Zeke put his arm around Casey's wild, shaking shoulders. „Next time, you will do better.“
„And what if not? I've told you, I am a miserable cook.“
It was hard not to smile. „Case. I'm sure your parents don't expect a perfect Christmas dinner. We could order something for delivery. And you make the dessert. Your Muffins are delicious.“
„Maybe we could do that.“ Casey sighed. „But it won't be the same. My mom will ...“
Zeke bent forward and stopped him with a kiss. „Don't worry. I'm sure all that your Mom needs for a perfect Christmas is you.“