Stuffing

Kristie smiled, pulling the bag of rice from the cupboard as she prepared to make some sushi for herself and her fiancee. The sushi was carefully made, rolled up with the most delicate of movements and stored away as a surprise. The doorbell rang, alerting Kristie that her company had arrived. With a wide smile she pranced to the door and slid across the wooden floor. The door opened slowly and Meghan walked into the house, looking around to see where Kristie had gotten herself this time. Sqealing in delight, Kristie jumped her fiancee and they both ended up on the floor in a laughing fit.

“Hey, Pastry! Where are you!?" A man clad in a metallic hockey mask with a strap over one eye and robe made from white wolf furs along with black hair messily shaved on one side wandered the kitchen where it was a mess of baking ingredients. Sugar, cream filling, flour, and other such ingredients littered the tables and floor.

Kelly had lived a very sheltered life until she graduated from high school. Before then, her parents would force her to return home from school and complete any assigned work, then only allowing her to read classic literature or non-fictitious books and listen to classical music. They fed her a very bland variety of foods to keep her healthy but make it impossible for their precious daughter to eat too much and gain weight. Her parents weren't cruel, but they were very wealthy and wanted their only daughter to be able to inherit the money and be sensible with it.