"There's not many people to give pie to these days... You're right, most just buy them already prepared." she shrugged, sighing a little. What a shame so few people cooked these days! "I'll come back with the pie - till then, bye!" she waved to him softly, flicking a few strands of hair out of her face just a moment later, to continue her way to her own house further along the hillside. Every step, accentuated by a click of the heels and a swish of the dress, was a little beat in the neverending song that followed her, like a ribbon fluttering behind her back.<br/><br/>Once finally at home, she took her groceries out, and placing the flour, cocoa, sugar, and other required ingredients onto the counter, she started humming a tune out of her mind once more. Her hands moved swiftly to mix the dough for the cake, making the dark brown mass swirl like a whirlpool with the help of a large spoon. The searing hot oven soon welcomed the tin, full of it, and she, setting herself down in the kitchen, picked up the book she was currently reading.<br/>The story was intriguing. Though, truth be told, it made cold chills run down her spine as she read about the creatures of the night. Horror literature... She used to hate it when she was young, but slowly, despite her gentle nature, she found her way into these dark subjects.<br/>It may have been when she divorced, or even before that, when she made the wrong choice and moved in with a man that didn't feel anything for her but an attraction to her exterior. That hollow existence may have awakened something different inside her...<br/><br/>Looking up from the text on the pages, she was enthralled to find out that the cake has already finished baking. Slipping the oven mitts on her small hands, she took it out, a smile curling the edges of her rosy lips upwards as the vapor, rising around the hot brown cake, reached her nose. It was just right. Taking it out, she begun making the whipped cream to top it with, her hands once more setting to work, till the creamy white substance was ready to adorn the thick brown base with. Creating swirls and curls on the cake, she was rather happy with her work, even stepping back to admire her newest creation from the distance. Satisfied, she opened a jar of cherries, and put several on top of the little dots of whipped cream on the cake.<br/><br/>She let it cool, and hurried to change into clothes more fitting for the outside. She put a large hat on, tying the flowered thread on it into a loose bow, and pulling a knitted jumper over the flowered dress she wore before, too. The cake was packed into a bag, and she, carrying it on the platter she finished it on, left her house.<br/><br/>Stopping right before Mark's lawn with a smile on her lips, she looked to see whether he was around. "I brought the cake!" she exclaimed cheerfully, hoping that he'd hear her.