9th ☆

[adropofjupiter]

[Phone - an advertisement]Homecoming's this weekend, right? So I'm gonna assume most of the girls have already gotten yourselves dates or are just going with friends. I figure you've all got dresses or have that pony making 'em. But what about the other stuff? The whole pretty package just ain't quite right without the finishing touches, ze

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[notsogreatwall]

[ That broom? Totally being used to poke Marisa in the backside from the doorway. ] I know I said you're welcome to come over anytime, but you should still knock!

[notsogreatwall]

I'm allowed to be worried when you give me strange tips like that!

[adropofjupiter]

...alright. Can't argue with that.

[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling gestures with her hand, expectantly. ] Well...? What are you up to?

[adropofjupiter]

Nope. Not telling you until after I ask her.

[notsogreatwall]

[ There is that look, again. ] Marisa...

[adropofjupiter]

[Whistling innocently as she starts steeping the leaves and get cream and sugar out.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling eventually relents and sighs. ] ...make me one too, as payment for my silence.

[adropofjupiter]

Alight, ze. It'll be strong, though.

[notsogreatwall]

[ She laughs a little. ] That's fine. I'm not going to bed anytime soon. I still have to practice.

[adropofjupiter]

Gimme a bit, ze.

[And a few minutes later, Marisa is pouring Meiling a cup.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ In the meantime, she's helping herself to a few of the cookies that she, you know, baked. ]

Mm, thanks!

[adropofjupiter]

Those are good, ze. You should show me how to bake them some day.

[notsogreatwall]

I could show you the recipe! [ She points to a Betty Crocker book that propped up on the counter in the corner by the oven, with a page turned open to "molasses crinkle cookies". ]

[adropofjupiter]

I guess that works, too.

[notsogreatwall]

You can write it down, but don't take the book! [ She'd never see it again if that happened. ]