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[It's been a rough week for out favorite thieving magician, and he can't help but notice that certain events have depressed his lady friend. Because he's... well, Kaito, he's working to cheer her up as much as he can.
Which means... baking.
Cookies.
And trust me. Kaito? Can't cook.
The kitchen at 1762 Beaver Street is a war zone; there are pots and pans strewn all over the place, flour powdered across the counter, egg shells cracked on the floor... and is that a bowl of half-done cookie dough by the sink with chocolate chips piled on the top? Oddly enough, the perpetrator of this crime is nowhere to be found.
He's running around the neighborhood, knocking on random doors, with a measuring cup in hand. Looks like his house was out of sugar, and he's on a quest to find some! If you answer your door, you'll find Kaito standing there, covered in flour and dough from head to toe and looking rather sheepish that he has to lower himself to asking for sugar around the neighborhood]
Which means... baking.
Cookies.
And trust me. Kaito? Can't cook.
The kitchen at 1762 Beaver Street is a war zone; there are pots and pans strewn all over the place, flour powdered across the counter, egg shells cracked on the floor... and is that a bowl of half-done cookie dough by the sink with chocolate chips piled on the top? Oddly enough, the perpetrator of this crime is nowhere to be found.
He's running around the neighborhood, knocking on random doors, with a measuring cup in hand. Looks like his house was out of sugar, and he's on a quest to find some! If you answer your door, you'll find Kaito standing there, covered in flour and dough from head to toe and looking rather sheepish that he has to lower himself to asking for sugar around the neighborhood]