Baking cupcakes used to be quite the tradition for Claire and her mother. And while she loved the finished product (who didn't?) the most attractive part of the process was...the process. She loved being able to spread frosting and mix batter - and of course, sample as she went along. Not to mention the smell that emerged from the oven and filled the whole house.
Claire has a few recipes, some printed from the internet and some hastily written down from a phone conversation with her mother. She carries these in her arms as she walks into the kitchen, stopping when it occurs to her that somebody's already using it.
Karolina jumps when someone calls her name, startled. She catches herself in time to make sure the thick batter in her spoon goes into the cup it was intended for instead of all over the table, then turns to face the person who's just walked through the doorway.
"Claire! Hi!" She hurriedly smooths down her apron a bit. Her hair is mussed, strands escaping from its messy braid, and she knows there's a smudge of flour on her cheek she hasn't gotten around to wiping off yet."I'm, um, baking," she says with a smile, as if it isn't obvious.
"Oh! Sorry." she winces slightly, but it relieved that the batter managed to make it into the bowl. "Really? I was actually going to make a few cupcakes myself. Yours smell amazing. What are they?" she moves in closer with a smile, holding out her recipies and looking into the bowl.
"Don't worry about it," Karolina says, beaming at her. "They're vegan. Orange and cranberry." She indicates the small bag of left-over cranberries sitting at the end of the counter. "Want some?"
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Claire has a few recipes, some printed from the internet and some hastily written down from a phone conversation with her mother. She carries these in her arms as she walks into the kitchen, stopping when it occurs to her that somebody's already using it.
"Hey. Karolina?"
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"Claire! Hi!" She hurriedly smooths down her apron a bit. Her hair is mussed, strands escaping from its messy braid, and she knows there's a smudge of flour on her cheek she hasn't gotten around to wiping off yet."I'm, um, baking," she says with a smile, as if it isn't obvious.
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