4 1/2 Tbsp all-purpose flour
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 egg , + 1 Tbsp water, for egg wash
Transfer 1st pie crust to 9" wide, deep pie pan. Cut 2nd into strips for lattice top OR leave as-is for venting later. Then, in large mixing bowl, combine blueberries and blueberry pie filling, 1 tsp lemon zest, 2 Tbsp lemon juice, 1/2 cup granulated sugar, 4 1/2 Tbsp flour, 1 tsp cinnamon and toss to combine. Transfer blueberries into dough-lined pie pan. Cover with second pie crust as desired. If doing full coverage, be sure to vent with knife cuts, preferably shaped into something fun - like a heart (or dick—come on, we've all done it!). Pinch edges to seal, then crimp for fluted pattern.
Beat together 1 egg and 1 Tbsp water and brush egg wash over crust and edges. Bake in center of oven at 375°F for 50-60 minutes, or until crust is golden and blueberry juice is bubbling at the edges. Personally, I eat this COLD the next day with vanilla (or even better, lemon or cinnamon) ice cream. Yes, COLD, with something else cold. I'm weird. Enjoy! <3
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Notes:
Tell me if you made my pie recipe! Mm, yep, definitely making it in celebration when I finish this fic. Share pics! XD
MILO
Milo wore Rowan’s sunglasses when they were outside on the street, but he removed them once they entered the Andreas Tech building to avoid any issues with the security bot. Like before, they both breezed through with no issues reaching the elevator.
They headed straight down to the subbasement to see Troy—and to meet with Director Andreas. Milo wanted to make a good impression so badly, so as not to cause any complications for Rowan, and because, if things went well, there might eventually be more bots like him who he could talk with, learn from, and befriend.
Rowan was wonderful, and Troy had been nice to talk to as well, but Milo wasn’t surprised to learn during his research how much humans sought out others like them or with similar interests and life experiences. It was good to have a diverse group of people in one’s life, but having someone who could truly relate to you was important too.
And right now, Milo didn’t have that. He didn’t, but he longed for it similarly to, though not quite as strong, as how much he longed for Rowan.
HehadRowan, and further pleased Rowan by cooking for him and telling him about his day. But Rowan had been so exhausted by the end of the previous night that they hadn’t done any “relaxing” together again. Milo hadn’t wanted to push either,much as he would have happily “relaxed” with Rowan every morning, night, and in between—possibly multiple times.
Perhaps Rowan could have used some relaxation that morning, given how tense he was.
Master’s heart rate is at a 20% increase from its normal resting rate. Quickened breath and muscle tension also suggest—
Milo knew what it suggested. His programming wanted him to confirm whether or not Rowan was about to have a panic attack, but Milo knew it was only nerves. He supposedhewas nervous too but was choosing to lean more toward excitement.
He also really needed to figure out how to tell his internal responses to stop usingMasterlike his active self was used to now. Hearing it always made his nose wrinkle.
“It will be all right, Rowan,” Milo said, reaching to take hold of Rowan’s, well, wrist at first, since his hands were clenched into fists, but at his touch, Rowan relaxed somewhat and linked their hands together.
“I know. We were always going to end up here. I just don’t want anything to happen that I can’t protect you from.”
“I am here to protect you,” Milo corrected him. “I can also protect myself.”
Rowan’s handsome brow scrunched. “It’s not your obligation anymore to protect me, Milo—”
“Not my obligation, no. But it is my pleasure.” Milo smiled at him.
Tense as he still was, Rowan smiled back.
They arrived at the lab to find Troy already hard at work, setting up various connections and monitors to a currently dormant M.I.L.O. model with green eyes and dark hair liberally dusted with gray for a somewhat “silver fox” look, as Milo had learned of it. He—for Milo would consider him as such until corrected—was dressed down in only undergarments and sat upon the end of the table that had been in here before. Rowan had told Milo to expect the bot, as he had been beneath the sheet when they were here earlier.
Troy had now added a second table directly beside the first, with the same connections and monitors that Milo assumed were waiting for him.
“Good morning, Troy,” Rowan announced their arrival. “Everything set?”
Troy's expression when he faced them said he was definitely leaning toward the excited route, just like Milo. “Yep! All that’s missing is you two. Well, mostly Milo. Hi, Milo! You’re still doing well?”
“Wonderfully,” Milo said. “I am continuing to learn and adjust and believe I am acclimating to my new state more and more each day. Rowan is most helpful in that.” He looked at Rowan adoringly, but Rowan’s cheeks flushed and he tugged his hand away like he hadn’t intended for them to still be connected while in Troy’s presence.
