Bread - [6/100]

The first thing Curly noticed when she got home was that the curtains in the living room were drawn together; usually, she had them thrown open, as far apart as she could get them, letting in the optimum amount of light, and that was how they'd been when she left. Someone must have shut them, she figured, and she absently wondered if Capricorn was hungover again.

Shifting her hold on the bag of groceries in her hand, Curly turned the knob on the door and walked in, immediately moving toward the kitchen. As she set the goods on the counter and turned to check the living room for bottles, she heard some strange noises.

Listening closer, she realized that the voices she'd immediately recognized as Clemintine's and Dalenstine's were... role playing, or something. Curly stepped into the doorway and leaned against it, barely fighting off the smile that was trying so desperately to move her lips. She eventually failed, letting out a quiet chuckle, at which Clemintine stuttered in the middle of her sentence and turned around.

"Who goes there?" She growled.

"Aye," agreed Dalenstine, peering over Clemintine's shoulder, a mock angry look on his face. A spark of amusement in his eyes betrayed his true feelings as he continued. "Who dares disrupt a stand-off between two o' the most dangerous pirates of the Seven Seas?"

Ah, Curly thought, so that's what they're up to.

"'Tis I," she replied, flashing a toothy grin, "Captain Timestone, renowned and notorious pirate from the Everfrean Isles. We've tangled before, as I'm sure you recall. Unfortunately, I cannot stop to talk for long, as I have... larger fish to fry. However, I would like to respectfully request that the supplies on the common counter space in the galley go untouched, as they are necessary for a later scheme. Do y'understand? And mind you, if my request goes ignored, you'll wish you'd been shoved in Davey Jones' locker."

Dalenstine raised an eyebrow. "Then I s'pose it'd be in our best interest to do as you ask."

Clemintine smirked. "Speak for yerself, lad. If I'm going to start takin' orders from some other broad, it's goin' to be for good reason. I demand to see the goods in question!"

Curly grinned. "As you wish. Follow me."

With that, she turned on her heel and sauntered into the kitchen, straight up to the counter, and patted the bag. "These: don't touch. Now shoo; I've some things to take care of."

As soon as Curly left, the front door clicking closed after her, Clemintine snatched up some of the goods. Before Dalenstine could protest, she'd tossed one at him and he'd caught it on reflex. It was a baguette, he realized, after raising it for inspection.

"Arr! Do you dare raise your sword against me?" Clemintine cried, and he grinned.

"Who wouldn't? I've heard you're nothin' to be scared of."

She fumed, and with that, they began their battle. Baguettes collided. Bread broke and bent. Clemintine's caught on fire when she hit Dalenstine over the head, and when she dropped it, it was ash before it hit the ground.  Loaves were taken from the cupboards and chucked at the opposing challengers. No bread was spared from the carnage.

Later, with pirates battered, baguettes mutilated, and kitchen messy, they realized just how screwed they were going to be when Curly returned, and with that thought in mind, they rushed to hide their deeds (and later, themselves).