sarah f. stebbins
08 August 1982 @ 04:30 pm
Brier!  
Sarah had decided that she liked to cook, and was good at it. And it wasn't just her finding a new hobby that lasted a week like yoga or archery, she actually did have a knack for whipping up her own recipes and making quite delectable desserts. At the Three Broomsticks, they'd even started serving some of her specialties, and she got to wear that awesome chef's hat when she prepared them! So while Davenport took Rory out to the park on this beautiful summer day, Sarah bounced around their kitchen with the music blasting as she tried to figure out what to serve for their rehearsal dinner next week.

Which was really just a dinner for their close friends before the big night of their reception, none of that practicing how to walk down the aisle and all that nonsense. Sarah and Brier, they liked to cut straight to the fun stuff, it seemed.

Her giant wooden spoon had turned into a microphone, though, and her favorite part of her favorite song shooting out of the magically intensified speakers of her record player. Thank goodness for those silencing spells on the walls!

"---I'll love you with all the madness in my soul, wooohhhhhhh!" she sang into the spoon, not hearing the front door open behind her.