ƒ023. serial mom

[msattentionspan]

[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!]

Comments

[samson]

So ... [He's not getting it...]

[msattentionspan]

What?

[samson]

So... how do you get food?

[msattentionspan]

I just take what I need.

[samson]

[Is she saying she steals food...]

Really?

[msattentionspan]

Yeah? [What's the issue, Brock?]

[samson]

[He just squints at her in very obvious disapproval. STEALING.......]

[msattentionspan]

[and she looks at him. what? what, Brock? is it bad of her? all her nefarious stealing... in a magic castle that grants wishes? oh, did she take some of your bread? you wished up a loaf of it. deal with it.]

Uh... do you have something in your eye?

[samson]

[Yeah Brock has kind of skewed morals. STEALING IS BAD BUT MURDER IS OKAY...]

No... are you saying you just kind of steal from the townspeople?