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[desirestruth]

Who: everybodyyy
When: Day 15, evening
Where: The lounge.

[Some of us are covered in fruit, some of us aren't, but there was a trial so naturally, as the sun sets and stars sprinkle the sky in odd colors, it's time for a memory mingle!]

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[acts_her_age]

[........]

[as if she's just made her way into the lounge:]

Oh, Finn. There you are. You missed a trial.

[spectacularluck]

[ That startles him, and it takes him a moment to turn to her ]

—Hah. Was it a bad one?

[acts_her_age]

No, it was practically a creative writing exercise. You may have had fun with it.

[spectacularluck]

Did we win?

[acts_her_age]

No. Our group had a little bit too much fun with the set-up and not enough with the performance. We do earn points just for participating, however, so you should have another 200 sparks in your account.

[spectacularluck]

Oh. I'll — check later. Thanks.

[acts_her_age]

Of course. Will you come back to our carriage with me? I need you for something.

[spectacularluck]

[ He gives her a small smile and then nods, walking up to her and ruffling her hair before he starts walking ]

Sure. What do you need?

[acts_her_age]

[looks a little surprised, briefly, but starts after him]

I want to bake something, but the handmixer is too heavy for me to hold for too long. And I can't climb down from my stepstool if I'm holding a sheet pan.

[spectacularluck]

I'm willing to bet 80H is your best choice for baking help, but I think I can take care of the mixing and tall places.

[acts_her_age]

I don't want to bother her. I opted out of the embarrassing part of the game, so she had to take it as the only other representative of our team. Perhaps she'll accept some of the cookies as an apology.

[spectacularluck]

I would have been up for some embarrassment, but I think we can honor her sacrifice.

[acts_her_age]

I think it's a good plan. Do you like chocolate chip?

[fiddling with her Chain]

[spectacularluck]

Maybe? I think I like everything. You get me something to eat, I'll eat it.

[ and assuming they're back in the team carriage now, he's going to start looking around the kitchen, definitely keeping himself busy ]

What do you need me to get you, chef?

[acts_her_age]

[getting a mixing bowl from some lower cabinets and butter from the fridge and standing on her tiptoes to set them on the counter]

Flour, eggs, milk, sugar, salt, baking soda, the chocolate chips and vanilla. If you set them out I can measure them, and you can mix. Does that make you sous-chef?

[spectacularluck]

[ There's a snort at that, and he starts getting each ingredient like a good boy, setting them on the counter ]

Sure, why not. All we're missing now is matching hats.

[acts_her_age]

That would mix terribly with the beach theme, but I suppose it wouldn't go any better with the other uniforms, either.

[she adds them to the bowl, measuring things out without much hesitation, and then slides the bowl over so he'll have room to use the hand mixer with it]

Your turn.