ƒ023. serial mom

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[Anyone passing by the kitchen probably smells the burning. The journal, currently open and being used as a fan is letting the scent of burned cookies waft through the pages. She's not sure what she did wrong, but as the smoke clears, she realizes her mistake.]

Dammit. [She puts the journal down on the counter, open still, as her hands run through her hair. She coughs a bit, but tries to start cleaning up the mess.]

Damn! [She drops the cookie sheet quickly, not realizing how hot it would still be. Her hand will heal fast, but her ego is having a pretty rough day.]

Baking is not as easy as that blonde made it seem.



[ooc: open to all, for kisses or baking shenanigans!]