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“Yes. I did. I made blueberry, lemon, and apple. Take your choice.”
His eyes remained narrowed. “You put frosting on them?”
“Lots of frosting. Too much frosting,” Daisy answered.
“Give me one,” he said, holding out one hand as he prodded the coals with the long grill fork he held in his other hand.
“Which one?” she asked.
“Apple,” Havoc said. “Wait, hold on, how many you bring?”
“About forty.”
“Forty? You made forty pop tarts?”
“Yes. I wasn’t sure who all was coming, and I wanted to be sure there’d be enough.”
“Smart,” Havoc said. “Give me a lemon and a blueberry, too.”
Daisy handed him the toaster pastries he asked for just as he closed the lid again. “Coals are ready for the steaks,” he announced. “I’ll put them on in a minute.” He took a second to look at the toaster pastries he was holding, then bit into one of them. He chewed it slowly then quickly finished it off while nodding his head. “Excellent. Freaking crispy, then full of sweet apples. These are good, Daisy! I didn’t know you could do this!”
“I can do lots of things. I bring something every time we have a get together.”
“Yeah, but I always assumed Aunt Janie cooked it.”
“I resent that!” Daisy exclaimed.
“I didn’t say it was bad. I just said I didn’t know you cooked it. Damn, these are good. Taste this, baby,” Havoc said to Analise, holding out his last toaster pastry for her take a bite of.
“Oh!! Oh, wow. That is good,” Analise said.
“Thank you,” Daisy answered.
“Alright, so we’re going to have ribeyes, baked potatoes with all the fixings, garlic bread, and Daisy’s toaster things. Charlie, grab you one of those things, my man. I’m telling you. So damn good.”
“I’ll wait for after dinner,” Charlie said.
Havoc pinned him with a glare. “Get one.”
“Okay,” Charlie said, walking over to the basket and choosing a blueberry one from the looks of the blue jam showing at one of the seems.
“You want to come upstairs and help me get the bread together?” Analise asked.
“Sure thing,” Daisy said, as she followed Analise up the steps to hers and Havoc’s home.
Havoc watched the women until they’d gone inside then turned to Charlie again. “When your woman brings something to a get together, you eat it and you keep eating it until you’re sick of it. You make them think it’s the best damn thing you ever ate. Makes them feel good. Geesh, how do you not know that?!”
Charlie shrugged. “I was trying to be polite and wait until everyone else was having some.”
“I didn’t wait!”
“Like I said, I was trying to be polite. I never said you were.”
“Hey! Watch yourself,” Havoc snapped. Then he gestured at the blueberry toaster pastry that Daisy had brought. “It’s good, huh?”
“It really is,” Charlie said, finishing it off.
“And don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t have any objection to Daisy being called your woman,” Havoc added.
