ITP: Baking pies!
[At this very moment in the kitchen of the Mess Hall in Camp Eff You Die, Lonely Tourist Charlotte Charles was attempting a fruitful endeavor. While the Pie-Maker was away she had decided to try her hand at teaching the delicate art of baking pies to two individuals of particular interest to her: one was a young boy, who, had spent a long time here and had fallen off the boughs so to speak, dealing with the loss of his friends. The other was a particularly bad apple who did not want to be there at all.]
So now we sprinkle the flour on the tabletop like this and-- Azula, you can go ahead and extinguish that flame. We don't need your talents just yet.
[OOC: Chuck, Imp, and Azula are baking pies! Come join in on the fun! Edit: Aaaand we're out for the night! We'll pick up tomorrow, and we welcome any latecomers o/]
So now we sprinkle the flour on the tabletop like this and-- Azula, you can go ahead and extinguish that flame. We don't need your talents just yet.
[OOC: Chuck, Imp, and Azula are baking pies! Come join in on the fun! Edit: Aaaand we're out for the night! We'll pick up tomorrow, and we welcome any latecomers o/]