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[get_a_lifetime]

Death wasn't Scottish, but she'd been there. After talking to Ian about shortbread, she had been lucky enough to find a cookbook in the rec room and the recipe was simple enough. Honestly, how hard could baking be? She was in the kitchen early, far too early for breakfast preparation to be interrupted.

"Now...let's see..."

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[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica stretched, eyes closing briefly, as she walked into the kitchen. Tilting back her head, she let out a little sigh and opened her eyes again, turning her gaze around the room in search of the coffee pot.

On the way, she caught sight of the other person in the room. She hadn't expected to see anyone at all, but this woman looked -- well, bizarrely like Liv Tyler and oddly familiar, in a non-celebrity kind of way. She paused and looked at the woman a moment. Worrying her lower lip, Veronica shrugged it off.

"Whatcha makin'?"

[get_a_lifetime]

"Shortbread cookies," she replied as she stirred the butter and sugar together. "At least, that's what they're supposed to be. How are you this morning?" Veronica...Death smiled, pleased that she was learning to keep the names to herself.

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica's eyebrows raised and she made a little moue of interest. "I've never tried making that before," she said. Sliding her hands into her pockets, she smiled a little. "I'm... alright." One hand came out and she offered it to Liv Tyler. "I'm Veronica. You new around here?"

[get_a_lifetime]

"Me either. I'm Didi," she chirped, offering her hand in return. Her skin was cold and dry and her grip was deceptively strong. "I've been here like a month. How about you?"

[weemanmurray]

"And what are ye up t', wee Death?"

He was in the compound looking for things to make a Guy with, for the fire. He'd had his fill of carving wee bitty things for dead people. He stuck his tousled head (his hair getting back to the length that it had been before he'd gone to the Mohawk).

[get_a_lifetime]

"Ian!" she squeaked, turning quickly so he couldn't see the dough and cookie pans...except he was right. She was truly wee and there was no concealing the shortbread triangles. "Nothing," she lied.

[weemanmurray]

A slightly amused smile lifted the corner of his mouth. He leant against the doorframe, crossing his arms against his chest and carefully not looking at what she was doing.

"I'm sorry, wee Death. If'n it's something ye don't want me t'see, ye've only t'send me away."

[get_a_lifetime]

"I...no. No, Ian. It's all right. I'm trying to bake cookies," she said, shifting to the side. They were a little too thin, but even and she'd fairly decorated them with fork marks. "Do they look right? Like your mam's?"

[sidlong_glance]

Sara, rising early, had let Grissom sleep and wandered the first floor of the compound, briefly stopping downstairs for some clothes (the laundry box gave her anything but black, even though it all fit perfectly). She heard a woman's voice from the kitchen and paused in the doorway before entering, not certain if she wanted to be disturbed.

Though really, the red t-shirt and faded ripped jeans were disturbing enough, in Sara's opinion.

[get_a_lifetime]

Death noticed her and smiled brightly and waved at her as she watched the timer on the oven count down.

"Good morning!" she chirped, certain that if she started cleaning, the cookies would burn.

[sidlong_glance]

"Morning," Sara greeted in return, a slightly bemused look on her face. "Are you making..." she sniffed the air, "cookies?"

[get_a_lifetime]

"I'm trying to. Scottish shortbread...according to the recipe."

She turned hesitantly, eyes still on the oven, as she stacked measuring cups into the bowl.

[strange_fancy]

Polly was usually up before the kitchen crew made breakfast. It was strange, she thought, to smell baking this early. And the woman she saw when she poked her head into the kitchen wasn't anyone she recognized.

"Good morning," she said agreeably.

[get_a_lifetime]

"Good morning!" Death sang as she pushed her hair back from her face, dusting the black with the flour on her wrist.

[strange_fancy]

"I don't think we've met," said Polly, offering a hand. "Polly Perks. You've, uh, got a bit of flour on you there."

[get_a_lifetime]

She offered a floury hand as she looked up tying to see her own hair. "I'm Death, Polly. I have it where?" she asked, nearly gone crosseyed.

[windninja_xtrme]

Dustin wandered toward the kitched to find something to munch on, his stomach saying so.

He was surprised to find someone occupying the kitched, not that it was uncommon. He just hadn't expected that. Dustin stopped in the doorway, not wanting to startle her.

[get_a_lifetime]

Death didn't notice him as she cut the cookie dough into triangles, singing softly under her breath.

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

[windninja_xtrme]

Dustin smiled as she sang. It was a nice song.

Hoping not to startle her much, Dustin spoke quietly. "Morning." He offered. Whatever she was baking smelled good.

[get_a_lifetime]

She paused the song long enough to smile warmly at him while moving cookies from counter to cookie sheet.

"Good morning!"