week 6

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[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday



[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[motherfucking_ghost]

Ohhhhh my god, you're too cute right now? [Well if she's going to wiggle all over him, he's just going to have to pick her up by the waist and snuggle his face into her neck fluff.] You're the softest pink I don't know what ever.

[goteachother]

[He picks her up and she squeals softly, clinging to him and laughing again.]

I think 'm s'posed to be a mooncalf!? [Not that he'd have any idea what that is. She doesn't dare say that aloud though, not after what she'd snapped at him during the trial.

Instead she just tugs his head up by his hair so she can kiss him.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I don't know what th-mmph! [Yes don't let him finish that thought verbally, because kissing is better and it is awesome. He's going to make some people happy, damn it, and some of those ways to make people happy? Are really nice.] Mmmm boy I don't know what I did to deserve that, but you should tell me so I can do it more often.

[goteachother]

Don't gotta do nothin, Leonard. Just be you. [Another kiss, lighter this time and she squirms free of his hold.]

And the Challah should be cool enough to tear into now. [Look, she made you wait.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Wow. You minx. [He's a stupid grinning fool, but he'll let her go. She's apparently cooking up a storm, and he's not about to interrupt her own coping mechanism for more than some witty banter and some smooches. Unless she needs it.

So obviously he's gonna cut himself a bit chunk of challah.] I don't know who else I'd be if I wasn't me, so it's a damn good thing I'm me, huh? In every charming way.

[goteachother]

[She can't exactly walk away from dough while it's rising. Of course it takes a solid hour, longer she's finding. Who knew, being in space effects your dough.

Not that she'd argue too much if he wanted to duck out of the kitchen.]

A damn good thing, mmmyes. [And while you're occupied cutting into the challah, Leonard? She's going to give your ass a quick little squeeze.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Dough ain't the only thing rising~ Especially with that ass squeeze!] Wow, while I cut this most sacred and wholly delicious of breads--it's good to see you got some pep in you. [Which might be the closest he plans on getting to yesterday, verbally.] What's in the stew?

[goteachother]

[She smiles, slides the honey butter over to him.] I got some very good news this morning.

And it's pheasant. [She lifts the lid of the stock pot to let the smell waft over to him more. It's sweet and savory all at once.] Used cider for the base.

[See the stew she can walk away from... the bread not so much. She pulls the towel off the second batch and punches it down, flouring the counter and rolling it out to knead. Most of the bread making process she actually does by hand, rather than by magic. It's something she has to feel.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Some things you just can't magic. Apparently bangin' challah is one of them.] If there's one thing we can't complain about, it's the food they let us have. Might be the only thing.

So do tell, what's the good news? We need as much of that as we can get.

[goteachother]

Gosh I can't imagine if we didn't have this kitchen. Someone would've starved by now.

[She means it as a joke but there's a flicker of pain in her expression. Roland. Such a small, careless comment and somehow it stings more than she intended.

She's just going to take that out on the dough, kneading a little rougher before drawing a knife and slicing the ball in half, then each piece into thirds so she can braid two loaves at once.]

Mmm... My sister and uh... her new boyfriend, not that either one of them will admit it. Well... Grindelwald is in MACUSA's custody now. My sister... saving the day~

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah? Go cop sister! [He says through a mouthful of buttery bread.] Protecting the world from crazy people, one crazy person at a time like they're supposed to.

[goteachother]

I think "crazy people" is an understatement for Grindelwald but... yes!

[She plucks a small piece off his slice of challah and pops it in her mouth.]

As good a reason as any to celebrate with baked goods, I figure.