Since it's been a while...
Marian's in the kitchen, having gathered what flour she can find to make a batch of cookies. True, it's not as much as she's baked for the Mansion before, but she decided to conserve where she could and only made one batch. She's currently seated at the table, trying and mostly succeeding in keeping Daemonar's hands away from the cookies. "Don't touch that, dear, you'll burn yourself," she says firmly, grabbing at her wayward son's hands again. Please, come keep her company. Eat some cookies! They're good.
Typist: Like it says. Open.
Typist: Like it says. Open.