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[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.

Comments

[tsuyoi_ame]

So more like a squish.

[he makes the sound, grinning at her before he nudges in so they can do it together. When it sticks to his fingers he holds them up and wiggles them at her.]

It's sticky bread.

[writtendestiny]

[She snorts out a laugh that she looks instantly annoyed by, and presses her lips together for a moment.]

Put some flour on your hands. It'll still less. For a bit, anyway.

[Making bread is so messy, but so much fun.]

[tsuyoi_ame]

[Yamamoto can not help but grin wider, the hardest earned laughs and smiles are the most rewarding.]

Like this?

[And he dives his hands into the flour, pulls them out, and POOOF big white cloud of floury hell coming their way!]

[writtendestiny]

Ah!

[No, spirits, not like that. Too late now, and she's still laughing as she wafts her hands in front of herself to try and dissipate the cloud.]

Not exactly what I had in mind!