The Sin, Kitchen, Tuesday Afternoon (after workshops)

[deadly_little]

Miho sat in the Sin's kitchen with her feet propped up on the table, munching happily on the brownies she'd stashed here before she went up to the school for her workshop. She'd baked them herself, and they were pretty good, if she did say so. Except she didn't say so because, duh, nonverbal. If anyone else came in, she might give them a brownie

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[lesssexthanmiho]

"Mrphnegle," mumbled a thin figure in a white bathrobe with a sleeping mask shoved up over her tousled hair and onto her forehead. "I think I'm dying."

[deadly_little]

Miho rolled her eyes and sat up to grab a bottle of Jose Cuervo and hold it out in Becky's general direction. Alternately, they have coffee.

[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky went for both, pouring quite a bit of the Jose Cuervo into a mug of coffee. "I don't remember even getting drunk, what the hell."

[deadly_little]

Miho just shrugged and pushed the plate of brownies closer to Becky, if she thought she could tolerate food.