Plot: Margaret gives Peter a little baking lesson.

(I don't really know how to bake so sorry if this is wrong!)

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"Alright, Peter, put in the sugar I just mesured." Margaret instructed.

"Alrighty !" Peter responded. He slowly tipped a jug of sugar into a large bowl, where flour already sat.

Margaret added some butter and Peter added the eggs into the mixture, careful not to get any shell in.

As Margaret added the oats to the mixture, Peter curiously picked up a glass container against many on the windowsill. 

"Hey Mar, what's this?" He asked.

"Oh that's cinnamon! We could add that in if you'd like!" Margaret responded happily.

Peter thought about this for a moment. He then smiled and gave a thumbs up before bringing it over to her.

He then watched as Margaret tipped a small bit onto a little spoon and then added it in.

"Would you like to add the milk?" Margaret asked as she handed him the milk.

"Oh, sure!"" Peter responded nervously as he added it into the bowl.

Margaret grabbed a large mixing spoon as she began to mix it together. After a few short minutes, it was ready.

"Hey, can you be a pal and get the tray for me please?" She asked him.

"Way ahead of you." He said as he set the tray down, regaining some of his confidence.

Margaret poured the mixture into small circles and then they heard the oven DING!

"Just in time, huh?" Peter asked.

"Yep!" Margaret responded as she put the cookies in and set the timer.

Peter sat on the ground as he watched the oven. Margaret sat beside him.

"Honestly can't believe I actually managed to do that without either poisoning somebody or messing it up." He sighed.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself! I know it's your first time doing this, so that's why I'm with you!" Margaret reassured.

"Yeah, but...I donno, Ribbon. I'm still not sure what's my "thing", even after 2 months after the incident...." Peter sighed sadly.

"You do baking, Claus is... Claus, Melody does her music, Baylee does her fair, Felix does fishing and Andy literally leads us! Hell, E and the others found their quirks! Is it just I'm only useful for-"

"Hey. Listen, Autumn. You are awesome. I'm sure you can find your trait that makes you happy soon enough. Until then, just relax, okay?" Margaret reassured, more stern this time.

Peter was stunned at first but soon smiled at her softly. "Thanks." He said. "I needed that."

DING! DING! The timer set off, meaning the cookies were ready.

"Your welcome. C'mon let's get these out of the oven and see what the others think!"

"Mkay, what ever ya say!"

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(WHOOOO SECOND FIC LEZ GOOO!)