[Action|Open] backdated to early evening
[She had chosen the shelter kitchen because it was safer. The robots are there to take of any...mishaps she has and there are more ingredients to use.
And four hours and several attempts later--on the fifth day of attempts, but she would rather not think of the failures of the days before--she had done it!
Miranda wipes her flour-covered hand across her brow, tired and hot from the heat of the oven. Before her on the counter is a slightly lopsided chocolate cake covered in pink frosting with little white flower-shaped sprinkles.
Now she just...needs to clean up the mess all over the counters.]
[Voice|Private to March]
Umm...[a hesitant pause] March? I-I'm very sorry it's been so long! I lost track of time. [embarrassed laugh] But, well, I... I made your cake! I-If you still want it?