<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday October 10th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Coming home | Anxiously excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar and Erin<br/><br/>Far from disappointing, Mar's response to the cheesecake request put a bright smile on Celeste's face. She wasn't expecting to get it tonight, anyway. At best, she thought Mar might give a noncommittal response:<em>maybe sometime, if you're good.</em>At worst, she thought they might chastise her for picking something so sweet and unhealthy. Her mother--her<em>real</em>mother--certainly would have had something unpleasant to say. She always did. Celeste could definitely wait until tomorrow.<br/><br/>Especially if they got cookies in the meantime.<br/><br/>Beaming, she nodded her head. "Yes, please." She said, remembering her manners. It was easy to be polite, when your Mommy and Daddy spoil you as much as Erin and Mar were spoiling Celeste right then. "I'd love to help! I don't know that much about baking, though."<br/><br/>It was true, of course, though not because she had antipathy toward cooking or baking or any of the other various kitchen tasks--except maybe doing dishes. She didn't like doing dishes. What she did have, however, was a complete lack of experience. Neither parent had ever bothered showing Celeste her way around the kitchen. What she knew, she knew from trial and error, which wasn't much. Anything but the simplest recipe was beyond Celeste's abilities. She was willing to learn, though, especially if it meant a little extra time with Daddy.<br/><br/>And cheesecake.<br/><br/>She was definitely willing to learn for cheesecake.<br/><br/>Unaware that she was being subtly chastised--there was just too much going on, and she was too excited by all of it--Celeste took the napkin offered by Erin and idly crumpled it up in her hand. The comment about the bedtime stories had her grinning, though, and she quickly nodded her head. She didn't care that she was a fully grown woman fully capable of reading for herself. She didn't care if it was silly. Celeste wanted Mommy to, and that's all there was to it.<br/><br/>"Liquid nitrogen?" She asked, eyes darting back-and-forth between the two older woman. Was that actually used in cooking? Celeste looked at Erin, narrowing her eyes, wondering if, perhaps, her Mommy was teasing her. The only thing she knew about liquid nitrogen, after all, was that it was really, really cold. What use it might have in the kitchen, she had no clue.<br/><br/>Her eyes went back to Mar. "You don't actually use that, do you, Daddy?"<em>Daddy.</em>She'd said it without blushing this time, too.<em>Daddy.</em>She loved that word, and she loved it even more after Mar's assurance that she loved it, too.