The good times and the bad.

[silver_crucifix]

Baking wasn't Stacy's strong point, not even close. Mark had been sweetly tolerant of her attempts, but the bread usually failed to rise and the cookies came out blackened around the edges on a good day. He'd still nibbled on one, swallowing down crumbs and what could have been a grimace before she'd taken pity on him. After that, she'd chosen to

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[dr_robchase]

Chase had been distractedly eating at caramels as he wandered through the Compound in that place between his psych shift and his Clinic shift, coming across Stacy in the rec room as he swallowed the candy. "Hey," he said, with a smile about half as sweet as the candies in his hand.

[silver_crucifix]

"Hey." Worrying didn't usually bring smiles, but Chase had that different kind of quality that brought it out in people. Stacy pushed herself up to sit more straight, setting aside the book she had been reading. It wasn't doing much for her concentration anyway.

[dr_robchase]

He tilted his head to the side slightly to see the book that she was reading, arching a brow. "Hobby?" he guessed curiously, draping himself over the nearest chair. "Or just bored and dealing with a sadistic bookshelf?"

[silver_crucifix]

"No, dealing with desperation, actually." Stacy grinned, shaking her head a little bit. "Tomorrow is Lisa's birthday. I'm terrible at baking and there isn't exactly any place I can just run over to and buy a cake or gift, so I'm wracking my brain for ideas."