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Sorry this is late...computer crashing problems mean I still don't have a computer that's mine to use--have to borrow one long enough to post....If I can get enough of this written and get enough reviews *hint, hint* maybe I can see about posting 23 before next Wednesday...no promises though
Chapter 22: Craft Day



"Buffy? Do you think that tomorrow you could stay out 'til after lunch?"



"Any particular reason?" Buffy wasn't saying no, but she did want to know why he wanted her out of the house.



"Just some stuff I want to do with Sam. We'll be all around the house and I think that we'll be annoying to you and that you might be distracting to her."



"As long as it's nothing, you know, illegal, then sure, I can stay out a few extra hours."



William was ready to ask her why she trusted him so implicitly with her daughter…with her daughter alone. But he was also worried that her reaction wouldn't be what he wanted. Wouldn't be that she knew he would never do anything other than love and protect her daughter. Whether it was the truth or just her own denial, William worried that Buffy would say that she'd do whatever possible for her daughter's education.



"Nothing illegal, I promise. Scout's honor and all."



"Do they even have boy scouts in England?" Buffy asked with a giggle.



"I know I never was one."



"So how are you giving me your 'scout's honor'?"



"It's the spirit of it; don't have to be a boy scout to have good intentions. And plus, already used the pinky swear thing once—not sure how well it would work the second time around.


"It might have worked."


"Well, I like to have some variety in my life," William said with a smile, enjoying his banter with Buffy.



"Well, I'll call tomorrow before I come home, but how does about one sound? That should give you a good five hours."



"Sounds great, luv."



"Alright bit, what do you want to do first? Think we should start the cake just in case your mum comes home early?"



"Then can we make the perfume thingy so then I can know how it smells?" Sam asked hopefully.



"Alright, poppet, let's go!" And they mock marched into the kitchen with Sam laughing the entire way.



William had Sam make a cake from scratch and she did a lot better with it than he had expected—she had obviously been paying attention to their cooking lessons.



"William, why does this make it all powdery?" They'd been sifting the flour and Sam couldn't, for the life of her, figure out why they put in a big clump of stuff, and it came out all powdery.



"Well, bit, that's what it does, see how there's that little wire in there?"



"Uh huh."



"It gets the flour to go through those little holes and it makes sure that it isn't in any big clumps."



"That's cool!"



"Guess it is," William said, reveling in her delight.



*(*(*(*I*)*)*)*



"Now all we have to do is wait for this to finish cooking. We can do the perfume and candles in here so that we don't burn the cake. And that way we won't make a mess in our school room."


"Can I help you get the stuff?"



"That sounds good," William didn't want to admit to her that he hadn't wanted to leave her alone in the kitchen with the oven on.



Once they'd gotten the bag of supplies from William's car—he had to keep the bag there the keep it a secret from Buffy—they made their way back into the kitchen.



Alright, let me poor this in and you pick out some from each of those bags." He handed Sam the bags of grated orange, grapefruit, and lemon peel and carefully poured the rubbing alcohol into the tiny plastic bottle.



"Do I have to put it all in?" Sam asked as she looked at the bags.



"Nope, you can put one kind, or two or three kinds in—but just put a little bit in."



"I'll put the lemon one and the grapefruit one in…that's these two, right?"



*(*(*(*I*)*)*)*



By quarter after eleven they'd finished most of their present making and only had the cake and the glitter candle left.



"Okay, bit, time to get this candle done, we want the glue to dry by the time your mum gets home."



"Can I mix up the colors?" Sam asked as she gazed in awe at the different bags of glitter—red, gold, silver, purple, pink, green, and blue.



"Sure, it will look pretty that way, don't cha think?"



"Uh huh! So I put it all on the plate?" Sam asked, "And then we put the glue on the candle and roll it around?"



"Exactly. But let me help you get the glue on the candle, it won't work if it's too thick, okay?"



"Okay," Sam answered, already mixing the glitter together on the paper plate. William was glad he'd bought the smaller packets, they would make less of a mess.



After she'd added about half of each packet—except for the pink which she'd added all of—Sam carefully took the candle from William, holding the top and the bottom like he indicated. Delicately she rolled the glue coated candle through the glitter, making sure that the glitter was spread evenly around the candle.



"It's so pretty!" Sam exclaimed.



"Yeah it is sweetheart, now let's sit it over there so it can dry. And then we can decorate the cake."



*(*(*(*I*)*)*)*



The presents were made, the cake was frosted and decorated, the kitchen was cleaned, the presents were wrapped; now all they had to do was put up the decorations Sam had made and the steamers.



It didn't take them long to put the decorations up—Sam put her pictures up and William hung the streamers. He made sure that they just wrapped things around stuff or propped things up—he didn't want to mess anything up with tape or sticky tack.



Just as they finished arranging the presents on the table, they heard Buffy's key in the door.



"Think we're ready, pixie?"



"Yep! All the presents are done and so is the cake!"



'I just hope Buffy doesn't mind that I did all of this—it wasn't entirely educational. Though maybe I could get her to think of it as an extended art class or something……..Maybe.



'Now why is it William that you don't seem to think things through when Buffy is involved? That's going to get you in trouble you know!'



But William didn't have time to mentally berate himself anymore, he had to help Buffy carry her bags through the door. Buffy had handed half of her bags to William and closed the front door before she noticed the slight change in decoration.



"Um…William? Sam?"





TBC………………





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