Kitchen, 33 Apocalypse Ave.
Melody would be okay if she wasn't so worried about getting sick, and sick people, and sickness in general. She was making herself think of happy things so she wouldn't worry so much. So she thought hard about kittens and rainbows and Gina Schock and -- cookies.
She would make cookies for the sick.
Which is why you would find her in the kitchen, half-covered in flour, squinting hard at the measuring spoons as she whipped up a batch of vegan peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. She'd take them to Town Hall later.
[OOC: open to anyone who might be wandering through, if you don't mind SP.]
She would make cookies for the sick.
Which is why you would find her in the kitchen, half-covered in flour, squinting hard at the measuring spoons as she whipped up a batch of vegan peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. She'd take them to Town Hall later.
[OOC: open to anyone who might be wandering through, if you don't mind SP.]