[CLOSED] - [IN PROGRESS]

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Who: Butters and Bradley
What: Hanging out, baking cookies, watching a movie
Where: Butters' house
When: Sunday afternoon/evening
WARNINGS: None yet

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[butters_toast]

The kitchen already smelled like gingerbread. It was a little early for such things, but Butters and his mom were both addicted to the stuff--around Halloween was when they began to make the excuses that they had to do "test" and "warm up" batches, so to be ready for the upcoming holidays. Steven always just shook his head and laughed, and so long as the pantry was kept in order didn't mind it at all.

His parents had left a few minutes ago, however, for a Sunday date, and Butters was keeping a careful eye on the batch currently in the oven. There was still more to roll and cut out, and so he felt he'd kept his word to Bradley.

When the doorbell rang, Butters jumped up from the kitchen chair and dashed into the living room. He yanked the door open with a laugh at himself for stumbling over the rug, and grinned at the boy on the other side of the door. "Well hey, Bradley!"

Tugging it all the way open, he stepped aside. "C'mon. My mom wanted to start the cookies already, but there's more to do. Sorry about that."

[OOC: and sorry it took so long to get to this @.@ long week]

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"That's all right," Bradley said, shrugging off his coat and taking his shoes off so they wouldn't track slush onto the carpet. He was still really feeling warm toward Butters after their conversation the previous night, and he couldn't help smiling, though as soon as he pulled off his gloves his thumb went to his mouth. "It smells really good in here. Like...a bakery." He blushed. Lame.

[ooc: no problem!]

[butters_toast]

"It does, doesn't it!" Butters pushed the door shut walked backward a few paces toward the kitchen door. He didn't want to leave the oven unsupervised for long--because that was how he got into trouble, gosh darnit--but it was rude to walk away from a guest.

"We're making gingerbread. Do you like gingerbread?"

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"I love gingerbread," Bradley told him, gnawing on a fingernail. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He didn't really want to just hang out - he'd come to help.

[butters_toast]

"Yeah! We gotta shape the next batch!" Butters went to the counter where he'd rolled out the dough. He showed Bradley the collection of tin cookie cutters that they had. "We got all sortsa shapes! Me and mom love 'em when they're shaped... I bet you do this all the time at christmas, huh?"

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"Not really," Bradley said, going over to the sink to wash his hands. He didn't think they would appreciate hands that had been in his mouth on their cookies. "We don't do much of anything, really. No decorations, no tree...I give my mother a present and she gives me one...that's about it." Considering how religious she was, it was always something that struck Bradley as odd. But he'd been lectured many times about the 'evil trappings of commercialism.'