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whatif_auTitle: 'Galdrar'
Author:but_can_i_be_trusted
Fandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted togenprompt_bingo and ficlet_zone
Summary: What'cha got there?
Scene One: A bakery. Micky stands behind the counter, stocking a display case. The phone rings.
Micky: (answering the phone) Good afternoon; you've reached the Beechwood Bakery: We bake it, you take it! This is Micky speaking. How may I help you? (he listens, jotting down the order) Uh, huh. You'd like two dozen snickerdoodles, a batch of peppermint brownies, and one and a half a dozen double chocolate cookies by next Friday? Sounds good! Would you like them delivered, or will you be coming in to pick them up? (he listens again, making a note. as he talks, Peter enters, lugging in a thick book) You'll be in next Friday at ten in the morning...okay, great! We'll have your order ready and waiting! Thanks, and have a groovy day. (he hangs up) Hey, Pete! What'cha got there?
Peter: (coming around behind the counter and setting the book down) I was going through some old family stuff, and I came across this book. It looks like an old book of recipes collected by my ancestors back in Scandinavia.
Micky: (thumbing through it) Wow; this is amazing! We should all sit down and see if there's anything we can use to pull in more customers.
(just then, a couple with a child enter. the child runs directly to the display case, staring inside greedily)
Peter: (to Micky, as they put the book away) After closing, sure. (to the family, cheerfully businesslike) Good afternoon! Welcome to the Beechwood Bakery. What can we get you?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Scene Two: The back room of the bakery, that night. Around a table huddle Peter, Micky, Davy, and Mike. They peer at Peter's book in fascination, occasionally placing slips of paper into pages that they want to remember for later use. Peter himself looks a bit troubled.
Mike: Boy, Peter, this old recipe book sure is a treasure trove. (holding up a notepad) I can't believe how many recipes I already want to try and sell.
Davy: You said it! That saffranspannkakå sounds intriguing.
Micky: I'm kinda curious about the apple smulpaj, myself. Sounds yummy!
Mike: And how 'bout that chokladboll recipe?
Davy: Hey, Peter? Are any of these things made with ingredients that'd be hard to come by here in California?
(deep in thought, Peter takes no notice. he looks extremely worried as he reads a passage to himself. the others exchange befuddled glances)
Mike: Now, what the heck's the matter?
Micky: (waving a hand in front of Peter's face) Peter? Yoohoo! Peter, wake up!
Peter: (starting) What? Oh. I'm sorry, guys. I suppose I wasn't paying attention.
Micky: (chuckling) No kidding.
Davy: Is there something the matter, Peter?
Peter: (still eyeing the book with heavy concern) I'm not sure. To tell the truth, I'm sort of sorry that I even found the book, to begin with.
Mike: Sorry? What for?
Peter: I'm starting to wonder if my ancestors...might have been involved with witchcraft.
The Others: Witchcraft?! (they all stare at each other, before slowly turning their nervous gazes in Peter's direction)
Davy: (laughing uncomfortably) You're putting us on. Aren't you?
Micky: (scoffing) Of course he is! Everybody knows there's no such thing as magic...right?
Mike: Now, just hold on, fellahs, before we all start jumpin' to conclusions. Peter, what makes you think your ancestors dabbled in witchcraft?
Peter: (pointing to a passage in the margins of one of the pages) You see these lines? They make up a galdr. It's a type of spell, or something to that effect. I've been noticing several galdrar since we started reading, but I thought there wasn't any reason to give them much attention.
Mike: So, what makes this...galdr, or whatever ya call it...so darned troublesome to you?
Peter: This one's in the margins of a recipe for kardemummabröd loaves. According to the notes, the attached galdr, if spoken over the bread dough while it's being worked, will infuse magic into the loaf that will override a person's will. The title, specifically, translates roughly into "Bow-Down Bread", or "Subjugation Bread", or something like that. I'm not completely sure that's right. It's the gist, at least. (he closes the book) Look, guys, I'm sorry about this whole thing. If I'd known just what it was that I'd discovered, I would've locked this book away, and thrown away the key.
Micky: (looking simultaneously confused and crestfallen) Does that mean we don't get to try any recipes?
Peter: I'd prefer not to take that chance. It could be dangerous.
Davy: Wait a minute, here. How do we know that this isn't just a case of being overly cautious? What if these little spell-things are a harmless little joke, or just superstition without any power?
Peter: That's possible, of course. I may be reading too much into things. But what if we happen to glance over one of them while making a recipe, and somebody becomes dangerously ill, or even dies? None of us wants that on our consciences.
Mike: What can I say? When you're right, you're right. Lock it away, then, if you think that's what's best.
Davy: (pulling out the slips of paper that served as bookmarks) Maybe it's rubbish. But why argue?
Micky: (folding up the papers of notes that they'd made, and carefully tucking them into the book) For safekeeping. (grinning sheepishly) Not that I'm a believer in any of this. But, if we threw these notes out, and someone got hold of them...well, why risk it?
Peter: Thank you, guys. I'm so sorry about all this. But I'd be sorrier if something terrible happened.
Mike: Forget it. What's to be sorry about? You're just tryin' to do whatever's right for us, and for our customers. That's admirable.
Micky: Hey, I know what we should do! Tomorrow's our day off; let's spend the day in the library, and see if they've got any good cookbooks on hand.
Davy: Yeah! That's a great idea! Who knows? We might find something like what you've got, here. Just without all the weird magic stuff.
Peter: (finally beginning to relax) Thanks, guys. Again. That sounds like fun.
Author:
but_can_i_be_trustedFandom: The Monkees
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted to
genprompt_bingo and ficlet_zoneSummary: What'cha got there?
Scene One: A bakery. Micky stands behind the counter, stocking a display case. The phone rings.
Micky: (answering the phone) Good afternoon; you've reached the Beechwood Bakery: We bake it, you take it! This is Micky speaking. How may I help you? (he listens, jotting down the order) Uh, huh. You'd like two dozen snickerdoodles, a batch of peppermint brownies, and one and a half a dozen double chocolate cookies by next Friday? Sounds good! Would you like them delivered, or will you be coming in to pick them up? (he listens again, making a note. as he talks, Peter enters, lugging in a thick book) You'll be in next Friday at ten in the morning...okay, great! We'll have your order ready and waiting! Thanks, and have a groovy day. (he hangs up) Hey, Pete! What'cha got there?
Peter: (coming around behind the counter and setting the book down) I was going through some old family stuff, and I came across this book. It looks like an old book of recipes collected by my ancestors back in Scandinavia.
Micky: (thumbing through it) Wow; this is amazing! We should all sit down and see if there's anything we can use to pull in more customers.
(just then, a couple with a child enter. the child runs directly to the display case, staring inside greedily)
Peter: (to Micky, as they put the book away) After closing, sure. (to the family, cheerfully businesslike) Good afternoon! Welcome to the Beechwood Bakery. What can we get you?
Scene Two: The back room of the bakery, that night. Around a table huddle Peter, Micky, Davy, and Mike. They peer at Peter's book in fascination, occasionally placing slips of paper into pages that they want to remember for later use. Peter himself looks a bit troubled.
Mike: Boy, Peter, this old recipe book sure is a treasure trove. (holding up a notepad) I can't believe how many recipes I already want to try and sell.
Davy: You said it! That saffranspannkakå sounds intriguing.
Micky: I'm kinda curious about the apple smulpaj, myself. Sounds yummy!
Mike: And how 'bout that chokladboll recipe?
Davy: Hey, Peter? Are any of these things made with ingredients that'd be hard to come by here in California?
(deep in thought, Peter takes no notice. he looks extremely worried as he reads a passage to himself. the others exchange befuddled glances)
Mike: Now, what the heck's the matter?
Micky: (waving a hand in front of Peter's face) Peter? Yoohoo! Peter, wake up!
Peter: (starting) What? Oh. I'm sorry, guys. I suppose I wasn't paying attention.
Micky: (chuckling) No kidding.
Davy: Is there something the matter, Peter?
Peter: (still eyeing the book with heavy concern) I'm not sure. To tell the truth, I'm sort of sorry that I even found the book, to begin with.
Mike: Sorry? What for?
Peter: I'm starting to wonder if my ancestors...might have been involved with witchcraft.
The Others: Witchcraft?! (they all stare at each other, before slowly turning their nervous gazes in Peter's direction)
Davy: (laughing uncomfortably) You're putting us on. Aren't you?
Micky: (scoffing) Of course he is! Everybody knows there's no such thing as magic...right?
Mike: Now, just hold on, fellahs, before we all start jumpin' to conclusions. Peter, what makes you think your ancestors dabbled in witchcraft?
Peter: (pointing to a passage in the margins of one of the pages) You see these lines? They make up a galdr. It's a type of spell, or something to that effect. I've been noticing several galdrar since we started reading, but I thought there wasn't any reason to give them much attention.
Mike: So, what makes this...galdr, or whatever ya call it...so darned troublesome to you?
Peter: This one's in the margins of a recipe for kardemummabröd loaves. According to the notes, the attached galdr, if spoken over the bread dough while it's being worked, will infuse magic into the loaf that will override a person's will. The title, specifically, translates roughly into "Bow-Down Bread", or "Subjugation Bread", or something like that. I'm not completely sure that's right. It's the gist, at least. (he closes the book) Look, guys, I'm sorry about this whole thing. If I'd known just what it was that I'd discovered, I would've locked this book away, and thrown away the key.
Micky: (looking simultaneously confused and crestfallen) Does that mean we don't get to try any recipes?
Peter: I'd prefer not to take that chance. It could be dangerous.
Davy: Wait a minute, here. How do we know that this isn't just a case of being overly cautious? What if these little spell-things are a harmless little joke, or just superstition without any power?
Peter: That's possible, of course. I may be reading too much into things. But what if we happen to glance over one of them while making a recipe, and somebody becomes dangerously ill, or even dies? None of us wants that on our consciences.
Mike: What can I say? When you're right, you're right. Lock it away, then, if you think that's what's best.
Davy: (pulling out the slips of paper that served as bookmarks) Maybe it's rubbish. But why argue?
Micky: (folding up the papers of notes that they'd made, and carefully tucking them into the book) For safekeeping. (grinning sheepishly) Not that I'm a believer in any of this. But, if we threw these notes out, and someone got hold of them...well, why risk it?
Peter: Thank you, guys. I'm so sorry about all this. But I'd be sorrier if something terrible happened.
Mike: Forget it. What's to be sorry about? You're just tryin' to do whatever's right for us, and for our customers. That's admirable.
Micky: Hey, I know what we should do! Tomorrow's our day off; let's spend the day in the library, and see if they've got any good cookbooks on hand.
Davy: Yeah! That's a great idea! Who knows? We might find something like what you've got, here. Just without all the weird magic stuff.
Peter: (finally beginning to relax) Thanks, guys. Again. That sounds like fun.
