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[failingfelicity]

[It's sometime later in the evening, a bit after the sun has set. Miranda's in her apartment-style room with the door propped open, attempting to cook. Said attempts are clearly going awry, if the smoke billowing from the doorway is any indication.]

Ach... Why does it keep burning?

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[my_pleasure]

[ poking his head in the door, having followed the hideous scent of burning food... ]

Chickadee? Trying to burn the Dressing Room down now?

[failedfelicity]

[Fussing over one hella charred frying pan]

No, I just can't get the recipe to work! Everything else is fine, but...

[my_pleasure]

I can tell. Why not just get an Akuma to cook for you?

[failingfelicity]

Ah, well... I just thought it'd be good to learn to do it on my own, th-that's all...