MCA#1, Friday Afternoon
Lulu was bustling around the apartment, carefully and explicitly ignoring the strange array of little tiny knights that were climbing around on the couch in the living room. Onion Knight seemed to think of them as some form of kindred, and appeared to be trying to communicate.
It wasn't going well for him.
The kitchen was filled with the smell of baking things; Lulu had discovered further joys of the internet, in this case the wealth of recipes available, and so had decided to attempt making chocolate cake. And apple pie. And creme brulee. Fire spells worked remarkably well at caramelising sugar, she'd discovered.
It wasn't going well for him.
The kitchen was filled with the smell of baking things; Lulu had discovered further joys of the internet, in this case the wealth of recipes available, and so had decided to attempt making chocolate cake. And apple pie. And creme brulee. Fire spells worked remarkably well at caramelising sugar, she'd discovered.