Pride Fics 22

The witch flipped through her cookbook. “I just don’t know what to bring to the potluck. The host can be so picky.”

The prince gave a shrug. “I’ve never understood why people get like that. I frankly would like any kind of brownie.”

The witch paused, and adjusted her glasses as she glanced up. “Why brownies in particular?”

The prince smiled. “Because I’m pan.”

The prince promptly ducked as the cookbook was tossed at his head.