They found her mother in the kitchen and before Cirice could even get the words out to introduce Elliot to her mother, she was shoving various vegetables at them and dictating how to chop them.
“Is Dad not here yet?” Cirice asked, as she set to chopping carrots for the salad.
“Oh, you know your father,” Enid Forge said dramatically, waving a dish towel at a cupboard, “he’ll stay at the office until I ring him and threaten to throw out his favorite books!” She paused a moment and glanced at the clock. “Though, I would have thought today, of all days, he would have been on time, given that you were coming,” she said thoughtfully.
“Hmm,” Cirice mused.
“No, no, no!!” Enid cried, rushing across the kitchen towards them, “Heavens, Elliot, have you never prepared an apple tart before?? You have to pierce the apple, don’t skewer it like a kabab!!”
Inktober 2025, Prompt #6: PIERCE🧡🖤👻🎃
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