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[welljustwatchme]

Characters: welljustwatchme and sheroic
Date: Saturday evening, March 5.
Summary: Magic chocolates suck. The North American sisters shall discuss.
Warnings: Aside from baking and awesomeness, nothing.

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[sheroic]

[ America was sitting around in her spaceship when she sensed it

or maybe smelled it or maybe she just has food-sensing powers

either way it smelled delicious.

Have America running into the kitchen and going immediately to the cookies.

Oh sorry Canada are you there? ]

[welljustwatchme]

[Some things never change and dear America, your hands are getting slapped away with an oven mitt.]

Those are still hot.

[sheroic]

[ It takes her a second to realize that is not being allowed to have the cookies.

Then she looks over. ] Canada! When did you get here?

[welljustwatchme]

... Who do you think made these?

[sheroic]

... The animals?

[welljustwatchme]

Unless we suddenly got a beaver infestation, I doubt the animals are going to be making you maple sugar cookies anytime soon.

[sheroic]

[ Oh it looks so good, better keep an eye on her or she'll take them all. ]

You made them for me?! You're the best!

[welljustwatchme]

I know I am. [Sighing in a fond sort of way, she drops the mitt she'd swatted America with, leaning back on the nearest counter.]

While I'm at it, do you want a pie or... I don't know, proper, not sweet food?

[sheroic]

Can I eat them now?

[ She thinks. ] Unless you can make hot dogs, we need more sweets!

[welljustwatchme]

I'm not sure why I'd want to make hot dogs, so I'll do more sweets.

[Reaching over, she taps a finger to one of the cookies, then picks one up to hand over.] Don't complain it's hot. [And now she'll be taking one for herself.]

[sheroic]

[ Grabs it up and devours it. It might have been hot but she didn't even really chew it enough to find out. ]

Guess that's OK. I'll make hot dogs for us later, then! [ It will be filled with so much fat run Canada run. ]

[welljustwatchme]

[Oh, god. Canada will just be here nibbling on her cookie and eyeing her sister skeptically.]

If you insist. Hey, you haven't been feeling weird lately, have you?

[sheroic]

Hey, you know, I have! I started thinking everyone was really pretty. Have you been feeling that too?

[welljustwatchme]

Umm... think the more adult-rated version of that thought, and yes.

[sheroic]

Adult... I didn't know you were so perverted! You get it from France, huh?

[welljustwatchme]

I'm usually not! [She even gives a distressed little flail of her hands, for emphasis.] I'm usually not at all. I don't know what's wrong. That's how I know something is wrong.