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[its_the_mask]

*Boy's 15 -- or rather, outside Boy's 15. The doors and windows are strategically left open and smoke is slowly dissipating out of them. Sophie, Robin and Will are standing on the grass outside the cabin, watching the smoke clear.*

... at least the cake's all right?

((OOC: Sophie's just gone to bed guys, she says she will continue tomorrow!

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[fingeroflife]

*...relevant to my interests*

[its_the_mask]

Hello, Francescu.

[fingeroflife]

Robin.

Shall I ask?

[its_the_mask]

Sophie was giving me a cooking lesson.

[goodwillrising]

*this is A LOOK.*

[worthtempting]

I turn my back for one moment...

[goodwillrising]

That was pretty impressive actually.

[worthtempting]

I didn't realize that such a small thing could produce so much smoke.

[height_rule]

The hell...?

[its_the_mask]

It's nothing. The smoke will clear.

[height_rule]

I didn't even know food could smoke that much.

[its_the_mask]

It wasn't food.

[worthtempting]

[just. icons]

[its_the_mask]

And I'm sure there are other teatowels.

[worthtempting]

Several, thankfully. And the actual food is unscathed.

[its_the_mask]

My point exactly!

[ninefoldpath]

*waving smoke away from her face*

Ah, that's inauspicious!

[worthtempting]

Only a bit.

[ninefoldpath]

I suppose the start of every path has its stumbles, hm?

[worthtempting]

Indeed. At least this one left my kitchen intact.