Miraculous Trio- The Legend of the wolf Miraculous

Bakerix

*Outside Rolland Dupain's house. Marinette is in front of the outside gate.*
Tikki: What are you waiting for, Marinette?
Marinette: If I tell him who I am right away, he won't listen to me, just like with mom.(rings doorbell)
Rolland: (through an intercom) What do you want?
Marinette: Uh... I'm... a friend?
Rolland: I don't have any friends.
Marinette: This won't be easy. (rings doorbell)
Rolland: What do you want?
Marinette: Hello, sir. It's the mail lady.
Rolland: Do what you usually do. Throw the mail in the trash. (Marinette looks over, sees the mailbox empties into a trashcan. She sighs, then rings the doorbell.)
Rolland: What do you want?
Marinette: It's for the firefighter's calendar?
Rolland: Ah, doesn't need the fire. I hate calenders!
Marinette: There's no use, it's hopeless. (starts walking away)
Tikki: Come on, that's not the Marinette I know, giving up so easily.(A van pulls up, and Gilbert, a flour delivery man, carries a sack of flour out of it. He rings the doorbell.)
Rolland: What do you want?
Gilbert: Your flour's here, Mr. Dupain!
Rolland: Oh! Come in, come in! The door's open.
Marinette: (gasps, and runs to open the gate for him) Hello! I'm Marinette, Mr. Dupain's granddaughter! I was just about to go in, myself. You can leave me the sack, I'll bring it to him. It'll be a nice surprise.
Gilbert: Rolland has a granddaughter?
Marinette: He sure does! (Gilbert smiles and hands her the sack. She groans under its weight.)
Gilbert: I should probably help you...
Marinette: Oh no! It's... light. Could I borrow your cap? I wanna play a prank on Grandpa.
Gilbert: (puts his company cap on her head) Say hi to Rolland for me! I'll grab my cap next time I come by! (He hops in his van and drives away, while Marinette struggles up the stairs.)
Tikki: You sure you should be sneaking in, lying, and pretending to be someone else? You've never met your grandfather, you don't know how he'll react!
Marinette: Well, it's not exactly a lie. After all, I am actually- (loses her balance)Delivering the! All the uh! (catches herself) The flour! What really matters is that he comes to dad's birthday party, and that they both make up. (Pushes the front door open, then whispers) Hide, Tikki! (She examines the house as she walks in, noticing all the old-fashioned technology and furnishings)
Rolland: (is kneading dough, his back turned to her) Put the sack down in the usual place, Gilbert!
Marinette: (a mouse runs past her feet) Oh! Uh, where's his usual place?
Rolland: (startled, turns around) You're not Gilbert!
Marinette: No... I'm, um, Germaine! His cousin!
Rolland: Hmm. Aren't you a little young to be delivering flour?
Marinette: I'm... an intern! (giggles) I'm doing a flour delivery internship, because some day I wanna own my own flour shop!
Rolland: (frowns, and turns back to his dough) It's good to be ambitious. You can put the sack down now. Have a nice day. (to his mouse) Soot! (the mouse brings over a bag of soot)
Marinette: So you're a baker then, huh?
Rolland: Are you a flour delivery girl or a nosy detective? Go on! Put the bag down and be on your way!
Marinette: That oven you have there, it's a '72 La Pegnole, Right? It's a rare woodfired model! They only made a few hundred of them!
Rolland: (spins around) How did you know that?
Marinette: My daddy- uh, um- My bready, bread history teacher taught us that.
Rolland: Well, that's new. (incredulous) You need bread history classes to become a flour delivery person now?
Marinette: You bet! You have to study for ten years to be a delivery person these days!
Rolland: (throws his hands up, then returns to kneading) Good luck with your internship, Germaine. Now put the sack down and have a good day!
Marinette: (looks around some more, seeing shelves with trophies, an old radio. and an old box TV) That's a weird looking computer you got there.
Rolland: (turns around again) A computer? In my house? Are you insane? That's a TV!
Marinette: Really, but... is it still working? (presses a button on it, it does nothing)
Rolland: Nope. Turned it on one day and poof! (makes an explosion gesture) Stopped working.
Marinette: It probably doesn't meet cable standards anymore. We just watch everything on the Internet now.
Rolland: The Internet is just as crazy as cordless telephones! That's not how it's done! (angrily kneads dough) How can sound with pictures go through, if there aren't any wires?
Marinette: Simple! (takes out her phone) They're sent in wave form to relay antennas, which are connected to satellites. It's awesome! You can talk, and see anyone you want, anywhere in the world.
Rolland: (turns back around) I don't need to speak to anyone! And besides, that's not how it's done if you want to talk to someone! Now put the sack down, and leave me alone! I've got work to do!
Marinette: (She puts her phone away, and goes over to a set of photos. She picks up one that has been pushed down, and discovers a wedding photo of her parents, beside Gina.) Do you live alone? Do you have any family?
Rolland: (snatches the photo) Hapa papapa! You really are a noisy detective. Don't touch a thing, put the sack down, and leave. (starts shooing her away)
Marinette: (backs up against a table, and throws the sack into his hands) Oh! Nice bread dough! (runs over to his counter)
Rolland: Wait, no! Don't touch that! That's not how it's- !
Marinette: Don't worry, I know how it's done. (she starts kneading it, and Rolland sets down the sack) You take the dough and fold it in half, rhythmically, pressing it flat...
Rolland and Marinette: ...snapping it slightly- oh! Huh? (they look at each other)
Marinette: It gives it elasticity and develops the gluten in the dough, so that it holds together well after it's been baked.
Rolland: (looks away) Tch! You're just a school girl reciting a lesson. You don't really know how it's done.
Marinette: I do know my stuff. Maybe even better that you, old man.
Rolland: Better than me? Better than me? (smiles) Better than me!? (looks down at his mice) Charlotte, Marie-Louise, Marguerite- (stammers) do you hear that? (stammers) Better than me!? (belly laughs, then straightens up and points a finger in her face) We'll see about that. (the mice put ingredients in front of him) Get into position. Germaine! We're going to make some bread together! Then we'll see who's the baker, and who's only good for delivering flour!
Marinette: (looks a bit shocked, then smiles) Mm hmm.