voice; open to action

[writtendestiny]

I might be tempting fate by doing something relaxing, but--

[Poison trails off for a moment, muttering something just out of earshot of what the device is able to capture. While what she's saying can't quite be made out, it sounds scolding.]

I'm making some bread in the kitchens. Um. If anyone wants to join me I can personalise a roll for them.

[It's not too often that Poison actually offers out her company like that, but... she's feeling the need for some living companionship very keenly right now.]

Or we can just talk. That's fine, too.