Escape

“Moira, you continue to outdo yourself,” my voice came out muffled as muffin crumbs fell from my mouth as I spoke and I winced, glancing around to make sure no one had seen.

Some habits are harder to break than others.

She'd added a cinnamon crumble to the tops of her blueberry muffins, and I found myself moaning softly from the taste.

“Dear, you are too kind,” she busied herself mixing the batter for her next creation.

“What are you making now?” I questioned as she pointed up to the cranberries. After handing them to her she smiled, “Cranberry orange scones. My mother used to make them when I was just a pup. Would you like to stay and help an old woman out?”

My lips pulled into a smile as I shook my head, “You, Moira, are not an old woman. But of course. It’s been too long since we’ve spent time together in the kitchen. Are you enjoying being in charge around here?”

Moira instructed me to flour the countertop before dropping the dough and kneading it, “Of course. You know me