Hyperion Kitchen, Tuesday

[cookinggeek]

Piper coped with trauma the best way she knew how: by baking. She spent the last few hours in the kitchen baking cookies and brownies. Though her experience in that hellish world was not as awful as some others, she still had some memories from there. She baked so she didn't have to think about how depressing it was, or the strange guilt she felt

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe hadn't been sleeping well the last two nights and had taken to wandering the hotel over and over again -- but never stepped outside of the safety of the large hotel.

Finally, at some point in the evening, it registered in Phoebe's senses that her sister was cooking in the kitchen. She made her way into the kitchen and took a seat on one of the stools.

[cookinggeek]

"Hey," Piper greeted, placing the mixing bowl she had been holding on the kitchen counter. "Want a brownie?"

She knew brownies weren't exactly going to fix anything right now, but there were plenty...and they were there.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nodded and reached for a brownie.

"Chocolate is the best kind of therapy."

[cookinggeek]

Piper nodded, handing her a brownie. "I so agree. They remind me of being home."

Which was a good thing after a week of hell. Yes.

[wannabelawyer]

How predictable. A boyfriend calling.

Ring, ring hookah, ring ring.

[cookinggeek]

Piper replaced a spatula with her phone when she heard it ring. She smiled when she saw the I.D. "Hey, you."

[wannabelawyer]

"Hey," Lindsey said back. "Just making sure you're still here and not disappeared again. You gotta stop doing that."

[cookinggeek]

"I know," Piper sighed. "Fandom needs to stop doing that. Doesn't it know I have important baking to do?"