[For Bay] Roommate bonding

[happy_dsign]

The kitchen was a mess, but the order was almost finished. An assortment of canapés, petit-fours, some of the bruschetta that she'd had at the cake run was all going to a wealthy client's party. The hot courses were being handled by the client's personal chef, but she'd been hired to provide the bites for before and after, which was fine. It was evidence that she was getting her name out there, if nothing else.

Now if Bay could just get home with the car so she could deliver it all on time, this would be perfect. She started packing everything into boxes, keeping one eye on keeping everything immaculate, one eye on the light on her kitchen timer for the last batch of hot food, and one eye on the door waiting for Bay. She was running out of eyes.

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[happy_dsign]

By the time Bay got back up Daphne had the final batch out of the oven and was carefully removing it from the baking sheet to be packed away for transport. She waved at the order form sitting on the counter. She'd designed it on her computer for just such occasions, though she still had to go to the local copy and print place to print them out. "Enough hors d'oeuvres and dessert bites for 40 guests. We really need to get a printer, by the way."

[neither_a_nor_b]

"Next paycheck," Bay promised. "It'll have money from my promotion."

The word still made her grin a little bit. In Mission Hills, no one had expected much of her, job-wise. Here? She'd earned a position all by herself.

[happy_dsign]

"Sounds good." Daphne nodded, making a mental note to set aside some of the money from this job to cover her share. "Okay, this is the last of it," she said as she finished packing the insulated box. "Let's get it delivered and then grab some Indian? Oddly enough I don't feel like cooking," she said with a wry grin.

[neither_a_nor_b]

"Wonder why," Bay said dryly, giving Daphne a wry grin.

"I could totally do with a vindaloo right now, so I am way okay with that."

[happy_dsign]

"Vindaloo for you, palak paneer for me. Perfect. And lots of naan." Daphne fingerspelled the last, then grabbed one of the remaining boxes. "Let's go." She opened the door with her free hand and then hung back so Bay could precede her out, locking the door as she held it open so she could just pull it behind them.

[neither_a_nor_b]

"Samosas," Bay reminded her. "Star Goa does the best samosas and we always forget."