Closed This Sweet Life

[Brevity Boone]

Brevity loved the new apartment, it was everything she had been wanting in a place, right in the centre of Auckland, pent house, big windows, lots of space, fantastic views. It had plenty of space, and she had been building slowly up her library, filling it with the books she picked up on a day to day basis. Brevity had never imagined happiness and the freedom that came with being a full adult, but it was perfect. She loved Maisie and loved the life they had built together. There was nothing better and would be nothing better than cosy nights reading in the library or in their living room. As she stepped into the place, having gone out to bring the last box from storage meaning they had everything moved in, the smell of cooking reached her nose. Maisie cooked a lot which was a surprise but welcome to brevity. She put the box down and went to seek her out. "Maisie," she called out as she walked to the nice large kitchen.

 

[Maisie Morvay]

Maisie was almost deleriously happy. She'd been having a great time since graduation- a great flat, a great girlfriend, a great life. Maisie had found her passion for witchy vibes and crystals and potions had transferred beautifully into cooking- she loved to cook, and experimented often with food. She didn't think she'd ever do it for a job- she liked just cooking for her and Brev. She was dancing around the kitchen, swinging along and throwing together some stuffed fish fillets and a smoked tomato salad. "In hereeee," She singsonged, going through the cupboards in search of lemon grass. She pouted, and without turning to see Brevity come in, she spoke. "Brevy, baby, I'm out of lemon grass... do you think we have anything else I could use instead?" She asked, trying to think of a good substitute.

 

[Brevity Boone]

Brevity followed the sound of Maisie's voice into the kitchen that they shared and smiled at her with ease. "We have lemon zest just use that instead," she said, thinking of a recipe book she'd once read which had said that would be a good substitute. "It'll be less intense as a flavour, but it would still work," she added as she leaned over Maisie's shoulder to see what exactly it was that her girlfriend was cooking.