Thirtieth Entry

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[So Chharlotte was struck with a brilliant idea yesterday. See, to try to make good on her promise to Remilia, she has been studying how to bake. She's been practicing here and there too before they moved. But now that they have moved and there is a kitchen she might use... she's going to try to use it! Yesterday she amassed the

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[Remi is pulling herself up level with the counter to look. THIS IS AN EASY TASK OKAY]

Did you make a cake for myself and Flandre?

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[Is it? That counter might well be sticky with... something. Wet sugar, probably. But Charlotte blinks, holding an egg-beater in hand. She turns and-] Um. I think I cut myself into a few of the batters... but I didn't make one with blood in for real yet.

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Is your finger still cut?

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[Well, there's a band-aide on it but... she holds it up. There's a fair few cuts on her she's bandaged up] I think so?

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Let me drink from that and maybe I'll forgive you for not having my cake done.

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Oh? Okay~ [And she... removes one of the bandages and holds out her finger for Remilia]

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[She takes Charlotte's hand and sticks her finger in her mouth. It's cute...in a way.]

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[It is cute. ...And hurts less than she thought it would. Blink, blink]

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[It's like having a snack. ....like cake.]

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[Pity that the blood type probably isn't Remilia's favorite, eh? But now... this is starting to tickle, just a little. Or maybe she's imagining it? She giggles a tiny bit]