COOKIES

[marbeledmask]

Cooking isn't new to Yume.

Well. It would be if she did more than make instant ramen all the time, but even then. Boiling water and adding noodles and flavoring isn't a very big jump from cup ramen. And the fact is, it's not like she doesn't have time to stand at the boiling pot to wait for it. No exams in the DR after all.

COOKIES however.

She'd

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[[ooc: not a pm, nope. forgive me? :D]]

[...is it too much a testament to herself, five years back, that she hears a fire alarm down the hall and correctly thinks "food disaster"?

But still. She's plopping down a couple grocery bags of her own to peek around a corner and look to the sound. And the Yume before the culprit's door.]

Everything alright down here?

[marbeledmask]

[[hasghashgah- APOLOGY ACCEPTED.]]

Not looking up for the moment as she coughs, she nods. "It's fine," she wheezes. "Just out of practice with baking it seems-" Looking up gets a bit of a shocked expression-

She quickly replaces it with a more neutral look again though. "I'll just live without snacks for now I suppose."

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[[xD]]

[Eh? What was that look?

Well, no use just tilting a head at a stranger. Far better to come on over - waving a hand in front of her to keep from coughing up, too!]

Ah- Well you better get whatever's in there out fast! Or it'll-

[You know. Make them hack. More.]

[marbeledmask]

"Oh... No it's out already..." More coughing. "It's not in the oven anymore, don't worry."

"Just airing it out. ...Mostly." Yes.

Yes that was fairly pathetic, ahhhh...

"...Have we met?" ...That was also pathetic and it sounded it too.