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Who: Franziska von Karma (whip_the_fools) and Lily Baskerville (regive)
When: October 9th.
Where: Lily's apartment.
Summary: Baking!
Warnings: Franziska von Karma. Cooking. Uh, in other news, if anything comes up, I'll edit it in!
As Franziska von Karma made the walk to the starter apartments, a place she hadn't honestly expecting to be spending much time at again, she wondered yet again how she had been talked into this. Well, she'd been meaning to learn some culinary skills (and she had attempted to do so, but they were fai-no, they were simply not talked or even thought about), and the girl had seemed enthusiastic enough. Thus, Franziska had promised to teach her how to bake a cake. Lily was a bit peculiar, as well, with very strange ideas and concepts quite obviously running through that mind of hers, which meant that it would bear well to keep an eye on her.
But today, it was mostly about the baking - Franziska would not allow herself to be distracted from this ultimate goal; she'd promised, after all, and a von Karma was perfect in every way, and this included both baking and teaching. With that thought in mind, she reached the door of the apartment, bag of groceries dangling over one wrist as she raised her other hand to knock.
When: October 9th.
Where: Lily's apartment.
Summary: Baking!
Warnings: Franziska von Karma. Cooking. Uh, in other news, if anything comes up, I'll edit it in!
As Franziska von Karma made the walk to the starter apartments, a place she hadn't honestly expecting to be spending much time at again, she wondered yet again how she had been talked into this. Well, she'd been meaning to learn some culinary skills (and she had attempted to do so, but they were fai-no, they were simply not talked or even thought about), and the girl had seemed enthusiastic enough. Thus, Franziska had promised to teach her how to bake a cake. Lily was a bit peculiar, as well, with very strange ideas and concepts quite obviously running through that mind of hers, which meant that it would bear well to keep an eye on her.
But today, it was mostly about the baking - Franziska would not allow herself to be distracted from this ultimate goal; she'd promised, after all, and a von Karma was perfect in every way, and this included both baking and teaching. With that thought in mind, she reached the door of the apartment, bag of groceries dangling over one wrist as she raised her other hand to knock.