Hey I'm not saying grace and if they make me say grace one more time...

[tranches]

Who: libertyfuckyeah and tranches
Where: America's place
When: Noon
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Baking cookies, brownies, and being nerds for the sake of being nerds.
The Log:

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[libertyfuckyeah]

[ No, actually, but he sees several clear advantages to being on an angel's good side, not the least of which is that he will have connections to get into Heaven. Because apparently, the afterlife resembles the job market and half of it is who you know, not what you know. Ahhh, capitalism...

Another part of it is that Stocking is kinda intimidating and he'd really rather not be on the sharp end of an angel's sword. Besides, bonding over food is always a thing America is up for. He grunts in response to the poke, trying to move out of range of the stick. And yes, he's wearing an apron. He dares anyone to judge him. ]

You can't color 'em with markers! Then they'd taste like... [ He makes a vague hand motion. Who knows what it's trying to specify. ] ...I dunno, like awful. Color 'em with frosting instead! Or like, rub some fruit on 'em until they change colors.

[tranches]

[ The way things are going Stocking and America might end up in Hell. ]

Well we don't have fruit but I have some cheap food coloring. What person are you going to make first?

[libertyfuckyeah]

[ SOB AMERICA DOESN'T WANT TO GO TO HELL unless it is like Vegas in which case he will be right at home. ]

What kind of person do you want to eat first?

[ He waggles his eyebrows. This either means something dirty or something inherently stupid.

Possibly both. ]

[tranches]

[ She ignores the waggling of the eyebrows. ]

How about China? I want to give him something.