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Who: namesnotalice and spacetimeprime
When: Sunday, July 18th. Midday.
Where: Autobase.
Summary: Sari has some great recipes and Vector's the closest victim student.
Warnings: ...oil nog.
Format: Prose to start, whatever to finish.
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The kitchen had always been cleaner than Sari expected it to be given exactly who was still living there. Even with Sentinel as leader, it still surprised her not finding half empty pizza boxes and left out food around. Of course, finding anything resembling actual cookware was another thing, but a few months and she'd pulled something together. Mixing bowls for her experiments into the realms of baking along with a growing crop of other things.
She didn't cook or bake much, but when it happened, it was an all day sort of thing, which was exactly where this was going to go. Once she stopped staring into the pantry - were those batteries? - and decided what she wanted to make, humming a few notes of a song under her breath, trying to remember the title and words.
Maybe something cold?
When: Sunday, July 18th. Midday.
Where: Autobase.
Summary: Sari has some great recipes and Vector's the closest victim student.
Warnings: ...oil nog.
Format: Prose to start, whatever to finish.
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The kitchen had always been cleaner than Sari expected it to be given exactly who was still living there. Even with Sentinel as leader, it still surprised her not finding half empty pizza boxes and left out food around. Of course, finding anything resembling actual cookware was another thing, but a few months and she'd pulled something together. Mixing bowls for her experiments into the realms of baking along with a growing crop of other things.
She didn't cook or bake much, but when it happened, it was an all day sort of thing, which was exactly where this was going to go. Once she stopped staring into the pantry - were those batteries? - and decided what she wanted to make, humming a few notes of a song under her breath, trying to remember the title and words.
Maybe something cold?