Aria had always been awful at baking, and she was embarrassed when Ben came in, she knew she was coated in flour. Luckily for the festival she had worn a white sundress but the heat in the kitchen was causing her hair to curl slightly, some locks springing loose of the blue ribbon holding her hair back. Looking up with a frustrated look on her face, Aria wiped her forehead with the back of her hand but only left a smear of flour there. She was covered up to her elbows in the white powder even as she set a tray off to the side to be put in the oven, before Aria could say anything though, Rosa walked in.
"Mr. Chase, I need you to fold these napkins," She said, setting a stack down on the table in front of some baskets to carry the rolls.
"Tonight is the festival and everyone is expecting these rolls to be there!" Rosa said walking out of the kitchen to prepare something else. Aria rolled her eyes as she kneaded more dough,
"You don't have to fold them, Rosa always thinks the world will end if her rolls aren't accompanied by napkins."
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