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?

Comments

[nohalfway]

Hell yes!

[patheticvillain]

Hell yes. Meet me in the kitchens, I'll teach you to kick any chef's ass, right?

[nohalfway]

[ Ellie laughs. ]

Oh man, I'll be there in a flash. This is going to be awesome. You'd better not be bullshitting. If you're as good of a chef as you say you are, I'd better be a culinary queen by the end of the day.

Holding you to it, bro.

[patheticvillain]

Ten minutes. Be there or be a huge jackass.

[And Cassel will be there, already elbows-deep in flour. One notable detail in the mess he's already creating: he's wearing wrist-length black leather gloves and seems completely unbothered by the prospect of totally destroying them.]