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[fiesty_eyrien]

*Since she got a break from baby-watching today (thank goodness for grandfathers), Marian's been baking. And baking and baking some more. As a result, there are three different kinds of cookies: chocolate chip, sugar, and snickerdoodles -- along with two cakes (white and chocolate), many plates of nutbread, a few jars of jams and jellies, and

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[misselthrush]

Mary eyes the sweets in a way only a hungry little girl could.

"I may have whatever I wish?"

[fiesty_eyrien]

"Of course," Marian smiles. "That's what I made them for."

[misselthrush]

She picks a cookie for herself, nibbling and licking the sugar from her fingers at intervals, while examining the jars. "I think I shall take some jam for my friend Dickon."

[fiesty_eyrien]

She shrugs. "Alright, then. I hope he enjoys it."

[mancalledspade]

Spade walked by, noting the stand and resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Pointedly not taking anything, he asked "Do you make toast?"

[fiesty_eyrien]

"I can if you'd like me to," she replied with a pretty smile. "Otherwise I'm afraid you'll have to choose from these."

[mancalledspade]

Spade shook his head. "Let me rephrase. Have you made toast? Recently?"

[fiesty_eyrien]

She gave him a quizzical look. "Nooo. I've been taking care of Daemonar, mostly." Which should have been obvious, she looked as though she hadn't slept well recently.

[sweariwontdie]

Armand very nearly turns and leaves when he sees who is in the kitchen, but doesn't. He hopes his hesitation isn't obvious since he'd not want to hurt Lady Marian for the world, and she makes the best nutbread. He smiles a shy hello, and takes a pieces of that and then looks for milk in the fridge.

[fiesty_eyrien]

She smiles back, perching on her stool and trying to hide a yawn. "Good afternoon, Armand."

[sweariwontdie]

He nibbles the nutbread before answer. "Bonjour, Lady Marian."

[fiesty_eyrien]

"What do you think?" She grins. "Saetan's taking care of Daemonar today."