(no subject)
There's a tall blonde draped over another one of the free couches, both legs idly dangling over one armrest while her head rests against its twin on the other side.
From the looks of things, she's trying to go over a list, and her brow furrows slightly as she scribbles a few more additional bullet points onto the folded paper.
A small plate of cupcakes rests on the table next to the couch. They're for whoever might want them, whoever's fortunate enough to walk by while they're still warm. They're her mother's recipe, coconut extract and all, and they smell delicious. (If that description isn't enticing enough, you may just have to try one for yourself and see how it goes from there.)
[ooc: Open pretty much forever.]
From the looks of things, she's trying to go over a list, and her brow furrows slightly as she scribbles a few more additional bullet points onto the folded paper.
A small plate of cupcakes rests on the table next to the couch. They're for whoever might want them, whoever's fortunate enough to walk by while they're still warm. They're her mother's recipe, coconut extract and all, and they smell delicious. (If that description isn't enticing enough, you may just have to try one for yourself and see how it goes from there.)
[ooc: Open pretty much forever.]