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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!]

Comments

[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.