Dad, you're not with it anymore...
"Tu m'avais dit, dès ma plus tendre enfance "Bien mal acquis ne profite jamais." En grandissant, au fil de l'existence, j'ai vu que ce n'était pas toujours vrai." Carrying a tray of freshly baked muffins, Monet danced around the kitchen singing T'es plus dans le coup, papa. Twirling around the kitchen giddily, Monet smiled as she placed the muffins down to cool before starting on her next batch of delicious muffins. Perhaps she could start a business. "Monet's Muffins! Oh that would be just perfect!"
Giggling to herself, Monet picked up her pink apron and put it on over her demure and rather pink outfit. Touching up her hair and making sure it was tied up and out of the way, rather like how she used to have it often at the Academy, Monet smiled and fetched more ingredients for her baking. She was having such a good day that she just wanted to share with others. Well, some people kept looking at her oddly but she hadn't changed one little bit. She was just so happy and joyful and she wanted to share that with everyone especially Theresa.
"I'll take these to Theresa and Sean and we can have a cup of tea and Sean can read to me in that lovely accent of his. I used to love him reading to me. He never reads to me anymore," Monet said covering her mouth in case she started to cry again. Sniffing, Monet shook her head and smiled brightly as she added most of the ingredients to a bowl. After she finished mixing Monet reached for an apple, holding it in her hand for a moment and remembering with a fond smile Jubilee and Jono before she began to chop it up to add to the muffins. Apple and Cinnamon for Terry and Sean and perhaps chocolate ones for Monsieur Stark and Kate and oh, she mustn't forget Dinah. "And vegan ones for my beautiful Karolina."
Writing down a long list of who exactly to bake for, Monet looked at the list with some satisfaction before smiling to herself. With the decision to bake half the island muffins made, Monet began to sing and dance again. Not caring in the slightest who saw her in such a way. "Papa, papa, papa, t'es plus dans le coup, papa! Papa, papa, papa, t'es plus dans le coup, papa!"
[[OOC: Happy, gleeful, giddy opposite plotted Monet would like to give you hugs and muffins. LT/ST a-ok with me!]]
Giggling to herself, Monet picked up her pink apron and put it on over her demure and rather pink outfit. Touching up her hair and making sure it was tied up and out of the way, rather like how she used to have it often at the Academy, Monet smiled and fetched more ingredients for her baking. She was having such a good day that she just wanted to share with others. Well, some people kept looking at her oddly but she hadn't changed one little bit. She was just so happy and joyful and she wanted to share that with everyone especially Theresa.
"I'll take these to Theresa and Sean and we can have a cup of tea and Sean can read to me in that lovely accent of his. I used to love him reading to me. He never reads to me anymore," Monet said covering her mouth in case she started to cry again. Sniffing, Monet shook her head and smiled brightly as she added most of the ingredients to a bowl. After she finished mixing Monet reached for an apple, holding it in her hand for a moment and remembering with a fond smile Jubilee and Jono before she began to chop it up to add to the muffins. Apple and Cinnamon for Terry and Sean and perhaps chocolate ones for Monsieur Stark and Kate and oh, she mustn't forget Dinah. "And vegan ones for my beautiful Karolina."
Writing down a long list of who exactly to bake for, Monet looked at the list with some satisfaction before smiling to herself. With the decision to bake half the island muffins made, Monet began to sing and dance again. Not caring in the slightest who saw her in such a way. "Papa, papa, papa, t'es plus dans le coup, papa! Papa, papa, papa, t'es plus dans le coup, papa!"
[[OOC: Happy, gleeful, giddy opposite plotted Monet would like to give you hugs and muffins. LT/ST a-ok with me!]]