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[screwsparkles]

[ooc note;; chrissie will be in red, amaria in blue, evelyn in green. also, there will be an open log later in the log comm for socializing. ♥]

Okay, suh-so! Some of you may r-remember talk of Chrissie, Amaria and I opening up a c-...coffee shop. Don't worry, we d-didn't forget, there's just been some other th-...things going on. But now, dr-

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[chorusangel]

[Well, she had fought bravely, persevered for far longer than duty called for, but it had all been for naught. The batch of chocolate-chip cookies were burnt to a crisp, and as she tipped them into the bin, Christine let out a dejected sigh.]

I never bake good.

[Oh goodness, and that had been something she thought she'd be able to contribute! If she can't bake, then what can she do to make herself useful?]

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[faeriexprincess]

[The faerie gives a little sigh and pats her friend on the shoulder, offering a small grin.]

S'alright, Chrissie. Maybe, ah... you should leave working the oven to me? You can help decorate and stuff, okay?

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[chorusangel]

[Christine perks up at this idea. What a perfect solution! Amaria is so clever. This way, she can still be useful, and not risk setting the oven on fire.]

That sound like good idea. I think I not meant to cook.

[teethofneedles]

If you have bright decorations, I'm getting my coffee and leaving.

[thenotmagician]

Nothing better than burnt cookies, eh?