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GLADYS, having gotten all her rage out in that little journal post, is in the back of the cafeteria, flour in her already gray hair and all the way up her arms to her rolled-up sleeves. She's had to throw out three batches of cookies for various problems, which is what happens when you bake while angry. The last batch turned out okay, though, which

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[throwinshadows]

Lina apparently only exists when there is food around or so her narration has come to believe, so here she is creeping into the kitchen on tiptoe, fully intending to steal a cookie or two, for she hasn't eaten in the last twenty minutes and the cookies smell delicious.

Really, she doesn't have to be sneaky, but Lina always seems to assume that if there are people in the kitchen cooking, they don't want people stealing their food. So naturally Lina just doesn't let them know she's stealing their food.

....She's special.

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Gladys has her back turned, but then realizes she needs another egg to make this batch just right, so she turns around to find...

"Oh. Hello!" she says. She's not surprised in the least- after all, it's cookies. And cookies are tasty, and food is good, especially considering what's been happening. So to have someone else eating the cookies is good, otherwise Gladys would have to eat them all by herself.

"Try the chocolate chip, I haven't had the chance to taste that yet," she tells the girl as she turns back around to crack the egg.

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Lina wastes no time in making a dive for the chocolate chip- hey, she has the baker's blessing, who is she to argue?

"If I knew someone else around here was good in the kitchen, I would have found some way to bide my time between you and Dinah," she says, nibbling the cookie with glee. "This is delicious."

She finishes it off and goes for another, because the Bottomless Pit is never sated. "You picked the right person to test them, by the way. I'm sort of the unofficial food critic here."

Apparently, Dinah created a monster. A tiny, ginger monster with a canyon for a stomach.

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Gladys blushes. "Why, thank you!" she says, stirring her newest batch busily. "I'm glad. You should have seen the first three batches. One was lumpy, one was BURNT and one was so dry I'm surprised they didn't just turn into dust." She taps the spatula she's been stirring with on the side of the bowl, then moves a clean cookie sheet close to the bowl.

"Well, I'm glad that I've got the food critic's stamp of approval!" she says, smiling as she spoons cookies out. When she's done, she gives the spoon a quick lick.

Yes, everyone. Have angel germs!

[taibhsearachd]

Kara's head hurts. Kara's everything hurts. There's too much psychic distress in the basement, and while she could leave, it wouldn't do her much good - she'll be able to feel it no matter where she goes. There's the trouble with being a strong psychic.

She's wedged herself into a cabinet, knees curled up to her chest, forehead resting against her knees, and she's been here since before Gladys came in, quiet enough to not be noticed. Focusing on Gladys' thoughts helps, a little, to drown out the rest of it. Or... not really, just distract her from it.

"Is it any better this time?" she asks eventually - which must sound rather disturbing, a young woman's voice suddenly coming from a cabinet, but Kara's used to being disturbing and a little creepy sometimes.

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Gladys, who was taking another batch out of the oven, freezes when she hears the girl's voice- it's fairly startling, and as she looks around, she realizes she has no idea where the voice is coming from. Not that she's going to panic. Instead, she just puts the cookie sheet down on the counter.

Yes, Gladys, no one cares if you scorch the counters. Really. Go ahead.

"I think so," she says in reply to the question. "Do you want to try one?"

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Kara pauses a moment, thinking, and then nudges open the cabinet door with her foot. She doesn't come out just yet, simply tilts her head a little to peer out. She's actually pretty comfortable here - it's small and dark and makes her head seem a little less crowded somehow. "Maybe. What kind of cookies?"

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Gladys sees the cabinet door opened, and is relieved to see the dark shadow of a body in there. At least now she knows she's not going absolutely bonkers.

"Um... sugar, and shortbread's in the oven. I'm about to start on chocolate chip. They look okay, from where I'm standing." She used a spatula to pick one of the sugar cookies up and look at the bottom. "Not too crispy," she says, then places one on a plate. "Would you want to eat it in there, or would you rather come out and have some. There's milk, too."