And now back to your regularly scheduled Inception ficcing

I have said, "UGH" this week more times than during the rest of my life. It seems like me and everyone I know is having the Worst Week in the World. Personally, I now know what it the sound of a train engine exploding sounds like, and (in a separate incident) what being severely electrocuted feels like. That is the extra-ordinary level of fail we are talking about. To cheer us all up, I have more 500 words of summer fic!

I have, of course, been utterly shambolic about this and have been writing three people's prompts all at once (soon, Ria, soon), with a fourth one simmering. Ugh. Furthermore, I fail so hard at brevity. This, in my defence, is two prompts in one! 

This story is for my dearest kaiserkuchen  who wanted people eating French desserts, combined with isil_helyanwe  's incredible question of "But what does Arthur, Mr Besuited and Buttoned up, do to cope with the heat". And anyone who is having a Bad Week and needs a break from the angst. And, as ever, Inception fandom, my love for you remains earnest and derpy.

The rest is all entirely my fault and under the cut for your soothing, fluffy, cake filled needs. More notes on the food at the end.

 
( Les Petits Plaisirs d'Ete )