05 [Voice]

[wings_of_ilia]

Ah! D-does anyone want any, um, b-b-baked goods? For any reason? I seem to have several c-cookies...several, um, dozen, that is... And, um, there's a lot of bread. Also, pies? T-there are so many pies.

I-I'll even deliver them to you, if you really want them! We're, um, we don't have any counter space left.

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[upontheplains]

[Lyn leans against the wall behind Florina, deliberately not close enough to count as looming.]

Do we have offers, Florina?

[wings_of_ilia]

Yes! I'm very glad, because I...I think I may have gone overboard...a little...

[Florina looks around at the food covering nearly every flat surface and winces. Well, that's the understatement of the year.]

[upontheplains]

Yes, well... perhaps you need another hobby.

[Lyn rubs the back of her head and frowns. She'd been so certain that this would give Florina something to do with herself until she could muster the courage to go meet someone... Of course, the problem lay in the second part of the plan.]

[wings_of_ilia]

[That gets another wince out of her.]

Y-yes, that...I probably should have, um, a few more hobbies.

[There's a tiny spark of hope in her eyes at the thought of having so many hobbies that she could just hermit around the apartments forever. ]

[upontheplains]

Perhaps something that would get you... outside.

[No such luck, Florina. You ought to know that look in her eyes by now.]

[wings_of_ilia]

[And that glimmer of hope is now extinguished. She pouts a little.]

Well, I...what would you s-suggest?

[upontheplains]

Don't look at me like that. This is for your own good.

[She ponders the question for a moment.]

You could try gardening.