[For Bay and Gwen] Fire!

[happy_dsign]

Bay was late. It wasn't a big deal yet, she was still cooking, but she could use help with garnishing and boxing the food that was ready, and if she didn't have everything boxed and loaded in about the next 30 minutes, she was going to be late with this catering order. They were still not as frequent as she'd like, beyond her morning orders for baked goods around the city, and every good performance equaled good word-of-mouth. That was important, it was critical at this point.

She got some oil heating in a skillet to start working on the fried foods, since they needed to be relatively fresh, and then she pulled out her phone and sent a video chat request to Bay.

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[happy_dsign]

"How long will you be?" Daphne asked, trying to keep her irritation out of her expression. She was depending on Bay. She needed her here, and soon.

[neither_a_nor_b]

"I don't know? Twenty minutes if I speed? That's an if." Bay screwed up her face and gestured down at her shirt again. "It's been kind of a day over here!"

[happy_dsign]

Daphne sighed, then took a slow, deep breath. She felt bad that Bay was clearly not having a great day at work, and she knew Bay didn't have to let her use the Thing for her deliveries, but when she was counting on the car to do her job, she kind of need to be able to actually count on it.

"Fine. Twenty minutes should work. You're leaving right now, then?"

[neither_a_nor_b]

A flash of temper made Bay want to bring those facts up to Daphne when she sighed, but she knew there was way too much of a rush to get into an argument.

"Pretty much. I need to get a clean shirt when we get there, can you set one out?"

[happy_dsign]

"Yeah, I can do that. Just hurry, okay?" Daphne moved from her room to Bay's, heading for her dresser to find a shirt, the oil heating on the stove completely forgotten in the midst of her stress and frustration.

"Is there a specific shirt you want, or just anything that's clean?" She propped the phone against a stray piece of laundry on top of Bay's dresser so she could have her hands free to search through drawers while still being able to see Bay's signing on the phone's screen.

[neither_a_nor_b]

"Yeah, I'm going, I'm going. Um, anything clean. It's not a big deal, but I don't think your clients will think a driver with a cat vomit accessory," Bay said. "I'm so getting hair ball supplements."

[happy_dsign]

"Good idea," Daphne agreed dryly. "Okay, I'll find you something. See you soon," she said, forcing a stressed smile.

[neither_a_nor_b]

"I'll rush, promise," Bay said, hanging up.