Chapter Three – Griffon Scones

Electuroo the Griffon – Missyplaced First

I took a scone and sniffed it before I took a bite out of it, the flavours from it was amazing and I enjoyed eating it that I put the rest in my beak finishing it off with a swallow. I took another and started eating it, that was the sign for Gilda to try her own cooking when she'd saw me happily polishing off the second one.

Gilda looked surprised at how tasty it was to her taste buds. She soon finished off the last of the scone. “Wow who would of thought that simple baking powder would do the trick?” Gilda held up the pot and looked over to me. “Do mind if I can keep the rest?”

“Sure, if it helps you sell those amazing scones I am all good for it.” I replied feeling satisfied after eating a third. “Wow those were the best scones I ever had! And I usually hate scones.”

Gilda looked very surprised by what I said. “You got to be joshing me!”

“I'm not.” I reconfirmed.

Gilda took hold what look like a apron and threw it at me, it landed over my head and I pulled it free from my head looking at it. “What this for?”

Gilda put on one over herself tiring it up. “What you think it for feather brain?”

I realised what she meant. “You can't mean-but...”

“You have a fresh start, nothing to your name right?” I nod to confirm what I did say. “Than you got a choice, take the job I am offering ya or there the door.” She point right to the door with the hole in it.

I look at the hole and raise a finger up. “May I make a suggestion first?”

“Go ahead.”

“How about patching that hole up first?”

Gilda smirked with crossed forelegs. “Am I taking that as a yes? Electuroo.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes...”

Gilda pulled out a pair of hammers and nails with a plank of wood. “What are you waiting for dweeb let get to fixing so I can sell my scones!”

I saluted. “Yes ma'am.”

Gilda pokes me hard enough to cause me to flinch in pain. “Call me that again dweeb and I'll kick your sorry flank to next week. It Gilda or boss got it.”

I rubbed my chest. “Got it Gilda.” I took one of the hammers from her. “You think I be fine to help you?”

“Well how your head?” Gilda asked.

I blinked and felt a slight aching pain but nothing else. “Slight headache but manageable.”

“Good, that means the medication is working. As for your first day of work you get no bits. Your paying me back for what was used for your head and paying for a new door.” Gilda warned me about not getting paid.

“I got a bag of about 30 bits or so. Is there place where I can stay?”

Gilda point her thumb upwards and I looked up. “That why your not getting paid today, your paying rent as well for the first month.”

I blinked. “Your serious?”

“Deadly.” Gilda confirmed.

Damn these cartoon universe rules! “What the catch?”

“I don't pluck your feathers out for being nice to ya and frankly I don't know why I am! So you tell any griffon this I make do with my word!” Gilda press the flat part of the hammer against the underside of my beak.

I gulped seeing that fiery fierce look in those golden eyes. “Crystal.” I squawked as she released the grip.

Gilda walked over to the door. “Well?”

Rubbing the underside of my beak I answered. “Yes boss.” I got up went over to help patch up the hole in the door with the plank.

Afterwards Gilda pulled the wagon with the stow and shelves on it into the middle of the street, walking behind her I got a good look around of the city. “What you think of Griffonstone?”

“Truth?”

“Truth.”

“The city look like it falling apart. If nothing done to improve, restore and fix this place up the city be no more than a ruined shell for adventures to visit in ten years give it take a year or two either way.” I stated from what I visually could see of the state of the city, including the branch with one of the homes was on just cracked and shifted down slightly before my own eyes. “These trees where some of the homes are on are rotten and already dead.”

I heard a grumpy old voice speak out from my left. “Who are you to speak of our city with such disrespect!”

I turn my head to see it was Grandpa Gruff. “Sorry to burst your bubble sir but if you liked your city enough you wouldn't have let it get into this state it is in now.”

The weirdest thing happened that got me and even Gilda looking at him strangely, glancing at each other as well trying to even get a read from this old griffon as he laughed. “Your right sonny! Haha!” He coughs a few times. “I like you a lot! You speak from the heart and I can tell you care little for wealth. Keep that spirit and don't let what happened to us happen to you got it.” He poke me with his stick on the chest.

“I am not even sure what your talking about sir...” In fact I did.

He sat down. “Usually I would want some coin to tell the tale but for you I do it on the house!”

Gilda rolled her eyes. “I am not listening to this garbage again. You can Electuroo if you want. I am going to get set up. So don't be too long got it?”

“Got it.” I replied and she walks off leaving me with Grandpa Gruff.

“Electuroo hmm? Very bizza name for a griffon. But since your not from Griffonstone or any of the towns or villages around it. I only can guess that a normal name.” I nod silently. “Now my name is Grandpa Gruff and I be telling you the tale of how we was once a pride and noble race of griffons and how we came to fall so far from grace!”

Grandpa Gruff tells me word for word he would say in the future to Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash from how the Idol of Boreas gave them a sense of pride and nobility to the point it is stolen and lost into the abyss a long time ago with Guto being the last king of the Griffon Kingdom.

I wanted to scratch my side of the head but recalling the bandages being there, I moved my talon hand away from it. “Wow...”

“Wow indeed sonny. I wasted enough time with this ideal chit-chat. I did this on the house so that a few bits less for me today.” He turn and walks away before stopping and glancing over to the side with his good eye was on. “And I mean what I said. Don't let what happened to us happen to you sonny!” With a few flaps he took off leaving some feathers behind as they shed from his wings from take off.

I reach down picking one up looking at it and back to where he went. “I am soooooo confused...” I put the feather down on the statue side and walked off to find Gilda. I soon find her pulling out the first lot of freshly cooked scones. “Not easy finding ya in this place.” I said coming up to the cart.

Gilda laughed. “For a crummy place it sure can get you turned around.” She placed six in each box placing them on the shelves. “Now we wait to sell some of the new and improved scones.”

“Just stand by the wagon and wait?”

“Yep, got a problem with that dweeb?”

I shook my head. “Nope no problems boss.” I put my talon hands up in defence.

“Good, get cooking the next batch I left notes for you to follow!”

I nod walking over to the oven. “Put someone that never used it before to use it...” I muttered taking the notes and looking them over. “Okay... Wow Gilda really gone into detail on explaining this. If I can't follow these I am a complete idiot.” I whispered. “Put pre-made mix in scone moulds, light the oven and place tray in over open fire wearing mittens... Let them cook for five minutes and remove...” I continue to whisper as I read it to myself. “Dust it with powder icing for the finishing touch and place six scones in per-box to be placed on shelf to be sold.”

I did as it said and noticed the logs that to place in the burner to start up the oven, how it was lit via pressing a button was a mystery. I put the mix in the moulds and placed on the metal rails over the flame using the mittens. I saw the timer to the right and twist to to five minutes pushing the button down.

After five minutes I pulled them out, 24 perfectly cooked scones. I used the shaker to put the powdered icing on them and using a appliers I found hooked up I put six in each box placing them on the shelves. “Not bad dweeb. What we got be enough for now to sell.”

“Okay Gilda.” I looked around for somewhere to clean the tray. “Is there something to clean this?”

“Not till we get back to my place.”

I look to the mould tray. “After about three cooks these isn't going to be usable till it clean or we have charcoal scones mixed with the scones.”

Gilda rolled her eyes. “That why I have more than one you dweeb.” She open a compartment up and I saw about six clean trays in there. “See.”

“Fair enough. Next time I remember to ask.” I said putting the mittens to the side and turning off the oven. “What next?”

“We sell. A half dozen for four bits, full dozen is seven bits.” Gilda told me what we doing next and the prices she charges. I nod and sat down beside the wagon waiting with Gilda for any to buy ther scones but after 30 minutes of no sale it was getting to Gilda. “Oh come on! These scones are the best yet! Buy some!”

One griffon snorted. “As if I will! Those things are better as paper weights!”

“What!? Why you no good for nothing dweeb!” The griffon walks away with his beak pointing up to the sky. “Gah! No griff going to buy any!”

I saw Gallus again this time he was looking through the trash cans near by. “I got a idea.”

“It better work or I am docking pay for tomorrow too!” Jeez Gilda really something.

I took three scones placing them in a box walking over to Gallus. “Hey kiddo, what ya doing?”

“Nothing that concerns you!” He snapped at me turning around to look up at me. “What ya want!?”

I sat down on my rump and put the box down in front of me. “Just wondering why your looking through the trash, aren't your parents going to say something about this?”

He threw his head to the right with a grunt. “I don't have any. Not that any griffon cares.”

I push the tray towards him. “Than let me be the first.”

He look at it and than at me. “What the catch?”

“Catch? If I fail to get you to try one my pay get docked for tomorrow as well as today.” I replied.

Gallus stared. “That the best you can come up with? That lame.”

“Than I'm lame.”

“Hey stop agreeing with me!”

“Why? Cause you maybe right?” I smirked.

“If I eat one will you shut up!?”

“Maybe.” I pushed the box closer to him. “Or maybe I brighten your spirit a bit.”

He growls. “Fine! I'll eat one! Gilda's scones are better than nothing!” He put one into his mouth chewing on it. “Than ha-” He paused and continue to chew till he swallowed and took another and the last one eating them quickly. “These are good! No way Gilda made these!”

“She did.” I replied glancing over to Gilda. “I gave her something she was missing in the scones.”

“A brain?”

“Baking powder.”

He raise a right eye brow. “Really?”

“Really.” I chuckled. “Now since you enjoyed chowing down on them for free how about you do one little favour in exchange for a half dozen.”

“I knew it was too good to be true!”

“It just to pass on word about how great they are and give them a small taster of the griffon scones.” I said calmly to Gallus. “What ya say?” I put my talon hand out to him. “We got a deal?”

Gallus look at my talon hand and back at me. “Alright you got a deal!” He place his talon hand into mine and we shook.

“Name's Electuroo.”

He laughed as soon as I said it rolling my eyes. “Hehe you can't be haha serious hahahah! That the stupidest griffon name ever!”

“Laugh it up kiddo.”

“Alrigh give me the tasters and I will get them coming to you in no time!” He got up onto his paws and talons. “Gallus is my name and way better than yours!”

I smiled. “It sure is!” He groans as I agreed again to what Gallus said. “Come up we'll get you set up.” I walked back to Gilda waving a right talon hand for him to follow.

Gilda sitting there with her forelegs crossed glaring at me. “This better work Electuroo or that bandaged head won't be the only thing bandaged.”

I gulped at the thought of that and smiled some what nervously. “I believe it will. All they need is a slight push in the right direction and I think Gallus here can pull that off.”

Gilda looked to my right at the blue and cream griffon. “So what you think?”

“They way better, who would of thought baking powder would solve the problems you had.”

“Yeah... Who would of thought.” Her gold eyes was upon my brown eyes as she said it with such an tempted look upon her face saying 'you screw this up your dead meat' look.

As I set up Gallus with a box with small samples of the scones my thoughts drift.

I am so screwing with history here, who knows how long Nightmare Moon event happens. Days, weeks, months or even years! Even if it years it be about two at most due to Gilda being at the age she is and Gallus as well.

“There we go.” I finished setting Gallus up for his run around Griffonstone to share the new scones to the griffons of the run down city.

Gallus flapping his wings taking off. “Better keep to your deal!” He said flying away.

I rolled my eyes. “We better get ready for the customers.”

Gilda didn't seem convinced. “It won't work you dweeb.”