9th Spell - [ voice / action ] - Luceti

[slayersidekick]

[ Something probably smells good in House 7 right now. Willow's been cooking for a while and now she's got a basket of cookies, brownies, and some healthy stuff. Yes, Bones, it's all hers. There was no stealing anything from anyone else's supplies. She's just enjoying being in the kitchen. It gives her something to do. She's been playing on her

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[Voice]

[noprevaricating]

I hate to sound melancholy, but for some of us, it's all we have.

[Voice]

[slayersidekick]

I-I'm sorry. I just... [ How does she put this into words? ] I was just wondering what other people think, you know? I-if other people had left behind people they really cared about a-and what they'd do if... y'know...

Not to say I wouldn't spend time with friends here. I think they're equally important.

[ Oh god she's rambling. Shutting up now! ]

[Voice]

[noprevaricating]

What who would do if...?

[He doesn't sound irritated or anything, just, uh, a little confused.]

[Voice]

[slayersidekick]

What anyone would do if the people they care about here disappear. I mean, if it's just... a friend from home and they disappear, you'd just have to run into them again and it'd be like old times.

But someone from here... you'd have to start all over.

[ action ]

[likevegeta]

[ And Andrew has been house hunting. It's not a difficult thing to do when everything is free, it's simply a tedious task to find a house that every member of the Trio can find agreeable. It's been a rough couple of days and his sleep schedule has gone from fairly healthy to coffee is all that keeps me going.

He catches sight of Willow out of the corner of his eye, and just for a minute, old paranoia strikes. Then he's blinking, shaking his head and reminding himself that her hair isn't black.

And, even if it was, he knows it's not a bad sign in his timeframe. It's that mindset that keeps him from running back to his apartment and locking all the doors tightly. ]

Willow! Hi!

[ action ]

[slayersidekick]

[ Willow turns and smiles at the sight of Andrew. She has no idea what he's thinking at all, just that he's a friend of Buffy's from the future and somehow not quite as annoying as she knows him. Still annoying sometimes, but at least not trying to do in all of humanity or something. ]

Hey, Andrew. Want a cookie o-or a brownie? I made a bunch for everyone.

[ action ]

[likevegeta]

[ this is the face of a kid on christmas. ]

Willow cookies for me? Yeah!

[ action ]

[slayersidekick]

[ She's almost tempted to pinch his cheeks, the silly boy. ]

Here you go.

[ And she pulls out a small bag of them. And by small, there's at least six or so. She didn't exactly count when she slid cookies into bags. ]

I-I know we haven't exactly talked a lot, but... how've you been? If, y'know, you feel like talking.

[Written]

[lists_to_port]

Dear Mistress Willow:

I should not be writing to you, and I implore you not to tell your Buffy I've done so, as my neck is likely at stake, but to answer this conundrumish question, I only say this: we could all die on the morrow.

In Haste

Sparrow

[Written]

[slayersidekick]

[ Yeah she's not getting the whole letter thing nor is she in the mood to return it. Sorry, Jack. ]

You're just answering a question.

[ ... really now...? ]

Aren't you the ray of sunshine.

[Written]

[lists_to_port]

To the Esteemed and Magical Mistress Willow:

Difficult to be bright in the teeth of Winter.

Your Servant

JS

[Written]

[slayersidekick]

Esteemed and Magical Mistress? [ Oh if only he could see her raised eyebrows. Stare into the camera picture slot, Jack. ]

The sun's bright enough on snow, you know. Just because it's really cold- [ This from a California native. ] -doesn't mean nothing good's happening.

[action] I'll be tagging with Xand after this orz

[beaglenapper]

[Food? House 7? SCOTTY IS THERE.]

'Allo, Willow! And what's smellin' so good in here? I'm famished!

[action] throw as many as you want XD

[slayersidekick]

[ Ah, yes, the one resident Willow is pretty sure she hasn't had a chance to actually get to know yet. ]

Just making a little desert stuff for everyone. You want some? There's a plate already made for the house.

[ She points to a full plate of cookies on the counter. ]

[action] OKAY

[beaglenapper]

[Scotty thinks of Willow as the "sensible" housemate, actually. They both go about their business and she's always polite and apparently cheerful, at least most of the time, and the engineer recognizes this about her because those are qualities that Scott prizes about himself. Plus--It's okay, he already loves you, Willow, because you are making food for everyone.]

Desserts? I'm amenable to that, lass; certainly amenable. [Are those extra notches in your belt, Scotty?]

[action] \o/

[slayersidekick]

[ They should get along smashingly. Have so far! ]

Well, the plate's there right now a-and there's more coming soon. [ Pause. ] Sometimes I think cooking is the only good thing I can do right now. [ And she checks up on the brownies. ] Just a little longer.

[hippocraticly]

[ sulking in his room is probably the best way to describe what McCoy is doing right now. being shot at in the snow by bright pink paint is enough to make any man a little ornery, so knock at your own risk. ]

[slayersidekick]

[ Oh she knocks all right, but gently. ] Dr. McCoy?

[hippocraticly]

[ give him a moment to open the door. ] What's up, kid?

[slayersidekick]

Room service for housemates! [ It's an important announcement! And she holds up a plate of cookies and brownies. ] Just checking to see if anyone wanted to help me get rid of them.

[ By that she means eat them. ]