o2 | Dictation/Action

[nohalfway]

[ Ellie is silent for a moment, before sighing. ]

I give this place about twenty points just for not being too high on the bullshit meter.

And I get there's a price for making wishes, but still?

Here's the bullshit: I've got something to celebrate, and from what I've gathered in those "days of old" stories before the world ended? You get a cake when you've got something to party about. I already spent a wish on a pizza party, and since I'm basically trained to not trust anything, I won't let myself go any further.

So.

Baking. How does one accomplish it, and where the fuck does one start?

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[nohalfway]

[ Ellie can't help herself. She laughs, and she laughs hard. ]

Oh man, well I am ill-bred and from a brothel. Good call.

Okay, so the sieve. Thaaaaaat's a... What? Descriptions are important.

[toyboat]

[There is a lot more huffing here. Maybe some foot-stamping.]

I won't help you if you're only out to mock me!

[nohalfway]

[ Well have some foot-stamping right back at you! ]

Hey fuck you, you totally mocked me first! Who goes around calling people inbred hookers?

I asked for help, not for a prim and proper lesson!

[toyboat]

[Way to win an argument against a nine-year-old, Ellie!

This is literally the first time anyone has ever sworn directly at Jenny. It stings a bit, even if she doesn't know this strange, rude girl, and the tears she's biting back seep into her voice.]

I called you ill-bred, not inbred, and you are! You are... you are a mean girl, and I don't like you at all. And I hope your cake is burnt!

[nohalfway]

[ apologies, because all Ellie knows is how to be a brat. It's nothing personal. So is her making an audible noise of irritation because, wow. ]

Good thing I'm not trying to win a popularity contest!

Sure! I'll burn it and leave it on your doorstep! How's that?!

[toyboat]

I would only be worried about that if you knew how to make a cake to burn! And you don't, you... you... you sneaksby!

[She is actually crying now, furious little tears that splash on her journal as her face turns hot. All she did was try and help!]

[nohalfway]

Man, if you're gonna make me feel bad, you're going to have to try a bit harder with the name-calling, dude.

[ She has no idea she's made you cry. Give it time, she'll feel like shit. Eventually. Maybe. ]

[toyboat]

I won't sink to your level, you little wench, I won't!

[And now the journal slams shut. Those are the worst things Jenny has ever called anyone ever. She can practically feel her mother rolling in her grave over it, but that mean girl deserved it!

And now she will angrily color these feelings away in the lobby. Yeah!]

[nohalfway]

Woah, totally seething over here!

[ Meanwhile the player of said little wench is feeling absolutely terrible. ]