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[caffeinatedkira]

Aleks! Nik!

It's your birthday, right?

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[100reasonswhy]

Damn right it is. N-n-n-n-n-nineteen, baby.
Cue for a celebration?

[caffeinatedkira]

Well, I made typical American birthday food, if you want it!

[100reasonswhy]

IF I want it?
That implies there's a chance I'd not want your food. Of course I bloody well want it.
Unless you've got herpes or something. In which case...yeah. NO.
Where this food be at, biatch?

[caffeinatedkira]

I'm in the loft apartment over the art studio in the general area that you're all in. It's kind of southeast from Aleks' place, I think.

Disease free, unless there's something I don't know about the flour.

[100reasonswhy]

I'll take my chances.

On my way. Watch out for me, holler out the window if I look like I'm going the wrong direction.

[caffeinatedkira]

It's the one that smells like baked goods and has all the doors and windows open, so it's pretty hard to miss, I think.

[100reasonswhy]

*ratatat*

Oi. You. Can I come in and lick your cupcakes?

[caffeinatedkira]

[snerk]

Help yourself! I don't have any candles, though. I hear it's bad to have fire around Aleks.

[100reasonswhy]

[grin] Cheers. [takes a random cookie from the pile]

Yeah. Aleks and fire...well, they get on fine. A bit TOO well, though. Like a house on fire, in fact.

[100storieshigh]

[saunters in] What's this you're saying about me?

[spies cookies etc.] Oooh! Which ones are which?

[caffeinatedkira]

We're saying you get no candles because my stove is gas and I don't want my house blown up. [grins]

Chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, oatmeal, peanut butter. Blueberry, chocolate, vanilla, coffee; chocolate, German chocolate, vanilla, almond, angel food cake and baclava. I'm backing strawberry cake, blueberry cookies and banana bread.

There's various pies in the fridge, too. And soda and other assorted edibles.

[100reasonswhy]

[grin] Sounds like a fairly wise move. Have you seen his kitchen lately? It's a bit worse for wear.

[takes a handful of chocolate chip goodies] Better get to these before the greedy bastard over there eats them all.

[caffeinatedkira]

Cat. Chocolate. Nonmixyness. It's tragic.

I haven't seen it, but I've heard about it, and-- actually, Aleks, since when does making an omelette involve petrol?

[100reasonswhy]

WHAT?! [cookie crumbs go flying]

You mean you brought me over here, where there was a whole stack of chocolate stuff, and I can't eat it?

[slams the cookies on the worktop]

Fine. If you'd be so kind as to pass me the vanilla, please. [distinctly non-plussed]

[100storieshigh]

[ignores Nik]

[coughs sheepishly] Aheh. Since I was making Molotov cocktails, and got distracted by the urge to throw up - bloody petrol fumes - before I'd finished cleaning the kitchen. Yeah. Puddles of petrol left on the hob. Gas hob. Held the match to it to light it to make dinner that evening. You can imagine the rest.

I'm a walking disaster zone, really.

[caffeinatedkira]

[amused look] For the record, if you need to be fed, I cook too much for my own good and promise not to feed you strange foreign food.

Do you have a window in your kitchen? 'Cause that should help with the fumes, if you leave it open. And use a fan.