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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.

[fingeroflife]

...ah.

[its_the_mask]

I was paying more attention to the lesson than the tea towel.

[fingeroflife]

...mm, well. I suppose there is no harm done in the end.

[its_the_mask]

Except to the tea-towel.

[fingeroflife]

An acceptable loss, I suppose.

[its_the_mask]

Well, better anything else.

[fingeroflife]

True.

[its_the_mask]

After all this, the party better go off well.

[fingeroflife]

...?

[its_the_mask]

Party tomorrow in the labs. Combination thing -- Belated birthday for Violet, Tim's dark room is finished and Vimes moved in.

[fingeroflife]

Ah.

[its_the_mask]

I don't have to say that you're, of course, invited, do I?