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[luxuresombre]

Who: Lulubell and people
When: Day 119, late afternoonish
Where: Public kitchen
What: Disaster

[Today, anyone around the public kitchen is going to have to deal with the sight of Lulubell STORMING OUT OF IT IN A HUFF, completely covered in flour and a bit of a mess.]

[Also wearing an extremely unfitting apron.]

Pourquoi??

Comments

[unmaskedlizard]

I meant the cake.

[CMON ALLEN BREAK THE ICE YOU CAN DO IT]

Um... is it a special occasion?

[luxuresombre]

It was fine, and then it just... [makes a vague "boom" gesture, aaaa]

[Smooths her hair and changes into human form, kind of a concession towards the goal of "get along with people who know I have murdered innocents before"]

No. I'm trying to improve.

[unmaskedlizard]

[He seems to pause at that... then rubs at the back of his neck, a bit of a concession gesture. And, well. He's still here!]

... At baking, huh?...

What did you put in there that could have exploded...

[luxuresombre]

I couldn't say.

Maybe the temperature was too high?

[She would make a terrible 50's housewife]