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halfamoonTitle: Comfort Food
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Buffy Summers & Dawn Summers
Rating: G
Word Count: 297
Summary: Buffy tries to do something nice for her and Dawn. It doesn't quite come out as intended.
“Mom kept the onions big so I could take them out,” Dawn said, looking at the bowl of soup that Buffy set down in front of her. “And what are these tiny leafs floating around?”
“Celery.”
“There's not supposed to be celery in this soup.”
“I followed mom's recipe.”
“But you didn't make it like mom did.”
“Nobody could make it like mom did,” Buffy whispered.
“I'm not hungry,” said Dawn and then ran up to her room.
Buffy took a sip from her own bowl of soup. It was sort of hot, but that's where the similarities between that and the chicken noodle soup her mom had made for years ended. She didn't even think she'd gotten the right kind of noodles, but, to be fair, there were like two dozen types of pasta and the odds of not getting the exact same type her mother used were pretty high.
She'd wanted to do something nice and she remembered that as a kid, chicken noodle soup or hot chocolate always seemed to make whatever was hurting her feel better. She wondered if her mom had felt better when she made the soup or the hot drinks for Buffy or if she didn't get any benefit from what she'd made, other than seeing the spirits lift for someone else.
Buffy finished her dinner and was washing the dishes when Dawn walked into the kitchen.
“You want something?” Buffy asked.
“I was just gonna get some crackers or something.”
“I put your soup in the fridge,” Buffy said. “Just in case you changed your mind.”
“Okay.”
Buffy nodded and left the kitchen. As she walked away, she heard the refrigerator open and then a minute later, the microwave beeped. A warm feeling flowed over Buffy and she smiled.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Buffy Summers & Dawn Summers
Rating: G
Word Count: 297
Summary: Buffy tries to do something nice for her and Dawn. It doesn't quite come out as intended.
“Mom kept the onions big so I could take them out,” Dawn said, looking at the bowl of soup that Buffy set down in front of her. “And what are these tiny leafs floating around?”
“Celery.”
“There's not supposed to be celery in this soup.”
“I followed mom's recipe.”
“But you didn't make it like mom did.”
“Nobody could make it like mom did,” Buffy whispered.
“I'm not hungry,” said Dawn and then ran up to her room.
Buffy took a sip from her own bowl of soup. It was sort of hot, but that's where the similarities between that and the chicken noodle soup her mom had made for years ended. She didn't even think she'd gotten the right kind of noodles, but, to be fair, there were like two dozen types of pasta and the odds of not getting the exact same type her mother used were pretty high.
She'd wanted to do something nice and she remembered that as a kid, chicken noodle soup or hot chocolate always seemed to make whatever was hurting her feel better. She wondered if her mom had felt better when she made the soup or the hot drinks for Buffy or if she didn't get any benefit from what she'd made, other than seeing the spirits lift for someone else.
Buffy finished her dinner and was washing the dishes when Dawn walked into the kitchen.
“You want something?” Buffy asked.
“I was just gonna get some crackers or something.”
“I put your soup in the fridge,” Buffy said. “Just in case you changed your mind.”
“Okay.”
Buffy nodded and left the kitchen. As she walked away, she heard the refrigerator open and then a minute later, the microwave beeped. A warm feeling flowed over Buffy and she smiled.
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Date: 2025-02-11 12:20 pm (UTC)