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[clocksandroses]

Who: Anybody
When: Day 120, afternoon/evening
Where: In and around apartment Psi
What: DELICIOUS BAKED GOODS

[Why does something smell so delicious.

. . . Well, it's probably because apartment Psi's door is open. Aoko's inside, setting aside a freshly baked batch of cookies to cool. There's already another batch in the oven.

And a weaponized mop/staff leaning within easy reach.]

Comments

[approve_dammit]

*omg baked goods, puppy is drifting outside the door smelling the deliciousness and debating how best to get some*

[clocksandroses]

[Aoko is so busy chatting with people that she doesn't notice him just yet.]

[approve_dammit]

*he won't say anything to draw attention to himself, but if she wanders close enough to the door with her baked goods he'll ttly steal some*

[clocksandroses]

[She's only setting them down on the kitchen counter, unfortunately . . . but the door is wide open, and she has a good view of it from where she's standing.]

Oh! Hello there.

[approve_dammit]

...hey. What's all the cookies for?

[clocksandroses]

Just for fun. Do you want one?

[approve_dammit]

*clearly surprised, and his ear tufts stand straight up*

What d'I gotta do for it?

[clocksandroses]

Nothing! Like I said, they're just for fun.

[approve_dammit]

...you're weird...

*but he's ttly going to try to grab a few cookies. Clearly expecting her to argue or take them away*

[clocksandroses]

[Clasps her hands behind her back loosely.]

I hope you like them.

[approve_dammit]

...they're good!

*he probably doesn't mean to sound so surprised...*

[clocksandroses]

[. . . Going to let it slide this time.]

Thanks.

[approve_dammit]

You really made'm?

[clocksandroses]

Mmhm. Baking is one of my hobbies.

[approve_dammit]

...how the hell do you do it?

[clocksandroses]

. . . Do you really want to know? I could teach you.

[approve_dammit]

*a long pause*

...nah. I'm not smart enough to learn that shit.

[clocksandroses]

It's not about how smart you are! All you need is practice.

[approve_dammit]

*...does not look convinced*

[clocksandroses]

. . . Well, I won't force you. But the offer's always open! If you change your mind, let me know.

[approve_dammit]

...you're serious.

[clocksandroses]

[Nods!]

[approve_dammit]

...you're not gonna throw shit at me when you find out I was right and I really am too dumb for this?

[clocksandroses]

Throw-? Of course I won't!

[approve_dammit]

*shrugs*

Had to make sure.