Ever since the debrief for the earthquake op, Nicky had been keeping to herself. Something about having to be a leader and give orders seemed to do something to her. It felt like she'd gotten a big kick in the gut. Everything about it made her anxious and tired so she needed a lot more time to recuperate afterwards.
Slowly, over the last few days, she'd been venturing back out to socialize in ways that were neither training nor chow time. She hadn't gotten more than a few minutes into her journal toward the cafeteria today when she heard Tansy from the kitchen. Nicky looked inside and put a hand to her lips to hide the very wide smile on her face.
"I'm banned from the kitchenette ever since I started that oh-three-hundred fire alarm a couple years ago." She craned her neck to try to see what all Tansy had her hands on, "I allowed the fridge and the microwave, but I only got that back sometime last year." That didn't mean she didn't know how to bake. It just meant that she wasn't allowed to do it. "Did you try actually turning the oven on first?"