Cara's Apartment, Tuesday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

The thing about not being able to cook bake worth a damn, was that when you got a craving for the nutcakes your girlfriend liked and there weren't any left, you had to go out and buy them. Naturally, there'd also been a sudden glut of customers, so she'd had to wait even longer, since she wasn't allowed to scare them off if she wanted to actually

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[harpy_daughter]

Luckily, Cara was only going to have to deal with her favorite idiot. The one that thought B&E made a thoughtful anniversary gift.

"You don't even have leftover pizza in your fridge," Surreal complained, waltzing in and waving half a frozen waffle at her girlfriend for emphasis. Look, you have your snack foods, Surreal has hers. "It's all mystery leftovers. Even Tersa can label things, although sometimes it's 'yes' or 'no' or 'poisonous stay out.'"

[wrongkindofsith]

Well, it wasn't like Cara hadn't already figured out which side their little bundle of emotional trauma a few months back got the habit from. She just tended to break the doors down.

"Nothing in there will kill you." Her own attempts at cooking were barely edible, she wasn't going to let food people might actually want to eat go bad.

[harpy_daughter]

"I don't know about that, sugar. Pretty sure I can turn some of those into something lethal with very little work," Surreal teased, flopping down bonelessly on the couch to take another big bite of her waffle. "--and since I'm playing hookey, I might as well whip you up some nice additives for your agiels and blades."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Much as I appreciate watching you work, I prefer not to use poisons," Cara said, reaching across to try and pluck the waffle from her hand. Because stealing Surreal's food always ended well. "Not when they're supposed to be my lunch."