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Episode: Hong Kong egg tarts - the love of my love
[A little jingle plays as the video starts with Ava standing behind a familiar kitchen island, wearing a brightly patterned apron with “Other Moms’ Recipes” on the front. She smiles and waves]
“Hey everyone! So we finally recovered from the last episode -"
[Title card, haunted text: Last time on Other Moms’ Recipes]
[Montage from the last episode: Ava and Camila standing behind the island: Camila, smiling brightly, "The recipe I’ve brought today is tortilla de patatas from my mom, who is a big fan of the show-” “Hi Mom!” Ava giggles; Ava whining over prepping the potatoes as Camila shares a look with someone off-camera; Camila coaching Ava through the flipping process by practicing on a pan with a towel inside; at the stove, Camila successfully flipping hers while Ava holds her own pan, screaming; end shot is a still of Ava, apron splattered with potatoes and eggs, Camila holding her perfectly flipped and plated tortilla, and Beatrice with a bucket of cleaning supplies]
“- though apparently there are special pans so you don’t have to do the whole flipping thing?!? Cam’s on my shit list for that. But anyway. I’m so, so, sosososo -"
[Title card, in jaunty text with a picture of Mary’s face: "Eat a vegetable for every time she says ‘So’”]
“- SO soso excited for today’s recipe, because! We’re finally featuring my favorite person in the world."
[Ava gestures to her side, grinning wide and expectant. There’s a soft, resigned sigh from off-screen, then Beatrice steps into the frame and stands next to Ava. She’s wearing a tank top with a rainbow and "The power of friendship” written in cursive on the front. Ava bites her lip as she looks her over; nudges Beatrice with her hip]
Beatrice, monotone recitation: “Hello, I’m Beatrice, I’m here to bring the power of friendship.”
[She looks plaintively at Ava]
Beatrice: “Must I really -”
Ava, pouting: “You promised.”
Beatrice, purses her lips, then: “Fine. Fine.”
[Beatrice flexes her arms, much to Ava’s loud delight. Ava jumps up to kiss Beatrice’s cheek. Beatrice sighs but a fond smile curls her lips all the same. Ava bounces on her toes and claps her hands]
Ava: “Okay, Bea, what recipe have you brought for us today?"
Beatrice, straightening: "Well, I thought perhaps we could try to make egg tarts. They’re a bit different from the Portuguese ones you like to get from that bakery -”
Ava, affronted: “Excuse me, I always have to fight you off from taking mine!”
Beatrice coughs; continues: “- in any case, these are Hong Kong style, so they’re more like proper tarts."
Ava, giggling, in a half-assed imitation of Beatrice’s accent: "Proper tarts. What about an improper tart?"
Beatrice rolls her eyes and ignores her: "When I would visit my grandparents in Hong Kong, my grandmother would always make them on the weekend. My grandfather would sometimes play a game and buy some from a bakery then mix them in with the ones my grandmother had made. Hers somehow always tasted better.”
Ava, thoughtfully: “When’s the last time you had one?”
Beatrice shrugs, gaze lowering: “Not since I was child."
[Ava watches her knowingly, then steps in close and tangles their fingers together]
Ava, quietly: "I’m glad we can make it now.”
[Beatrice takes a deep breath and nods; they share a long, loving look]
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[Cut to Ava and Beatrice - now wearing an open button down over the tank top - with ingredients for the pastry laid out in front of them on the counter]
Ava, pointing severely at Beatrice: “Seriously, you gotta let me do it myself this time!”
[At the bottom of the screen: “Click here to see Beatrice 'help’ make the easiest empanadas (said no one ever)!”]
Beatrice holds her hands up: “Alright, I’ll just give you instructions.”
Ava grins and bounces on her feet: “I love when you tell me what to do.”
[Beatrice coughs suddenly as Ava reddens]
Ava, voice a touched strangled: “Moving on…”
[Montage of them cooking together: Ava grumbling at having to weigh the flour measurements; Beatrice nearly getting splattered as she holds the bowl while Ava vigorously whisks the egg mixture; “They’re so cute!” Ava giggles as they press the dough into the mini tart tins; Ava standing at the far end of the kitchen, holding her breath as Beatrice carefully places the tray of tarts into the oven]
[Close up of the finished egg tarts before cutting to the two of them at the island, each with a tart in hand. Beatrice makes to eat one but instead watches Ava bite into hers. Ava lets out an excited squeak before popping the rest into her mouth, reaches excitedly to get another one.]
Beatrice, chuckling softly and passing Ava a mug: “Don’t forget to chew, darling.”
[Ava gives her a thumbs up as she takes a sip, quickly stuffing her mouth with another tart. She blinks at Beatrice as she chews, gestures for her to eat. Watches as Beatrice takes a steadying breath; takes a bite.]
[Beatrice stills, then ducks her head suddenly, hiding her face from the camera. Ava swallows hastily and leans into Beatrice, rubs a hand up and down her back, murmurs quietly into her ear, too low to hear. After a few moments, Beatrice finally nods. Wipes at her eyes and presses a kiss to Ava’s temple, whispers something that sounds like 'I love you,’ like 'thank you’]
Ava, arm still wrapped around Beatrice: “Well, I think this is definitely a recipe we’ll have to make more often.”
Beatrice nods, smiles around new tears: “I’d like that.”
Ava, taking another tart: “Okay well, last thing: on the scale of 1 to fuck?”
Beatrice shakes her head exasperatedly, grins: “Fuck.”
[Ava laughs, kisses Beatrice on the nose. Before she can bring the tart to her mouth, however, Beatrice reaches out to forestall her. Cups Ava’s cheek with her other hand. Steps in close, leans down -]
[The video cuts just before their lips meet. Title card, in jaunty text: “See you next thyme!”]
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Top comments:
- It’s so (sosososososoSOso) nice to see you both on screen again!
- gotta love the rating system
- I still say my mom’s tortilla de patatas is better
- Reply from Camila: banned
- Reply from Beatrice: Camila!
- Reply from Ava: i don’t blame her bea, them’s fighting words
- Reply from Camila: so you forgive me?
- Reply from Ava: get me some of those tacos you showed me and we’ll talk
- Reply from Beatrice: Ava!
- Reply from Ava: oh and get some birria for bea 😉
- Reply from Mary: and what am i, chopped liver?
- Reply from Ava: live your dream, mary!
- Reply from Mary: banned