ϻ. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} southpaw) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} incipimusiterum, |
To her credit, M had held out for all of two hours before finally deciding to leave for the lake. She was still reeling from the journal blunder from the other day that the thought of seeing anyone officeside still made her visibly tinge. Which was absurd because she was a grown woman used to dirty jokes being made on the daily. Still, she had walked herself right into that one and that didn’t make her feel any less like a dolt. But after scowling for the better part of the morning, M had finally decided to tie up her hair and fixate on baking a few batches of her dad’s biscuits for the lake. Which were some of the worst biscuits she'd ever baked. Though in her defense, they would have come out decent had the smell of last night's fish not permanently tainted her oven.
M walked with them now, her abominations neatly arranged in a ribbon-tied tin on top of the contents of a ridiculously large beach tote. She supposed it was fair that when Dog trotted up to her, he’d practically whimpered after taking one whiff of the tin. Now that hurt her heart just a little as she stooped to take the grizzled prince's muzzle into her hands. "Be glad they're not for you, at least," she cooed, scratching his bearded chin before sending him off after his stick. Instinctively, she shoved the tin a bit deeper into her tote, taking Dog’s hint for the portent that it was.
By the time she alighted on the gathering of familiars, a sheen of sweat showed on her brow. Salazar, it was hot. Naturally, her body gravitated to the slice of shade Quinn seemed to be hogging to himself, the man looking the most leisurely she’d ever seen him. All of them, honestly. It made her wonder at how long it’d been since she’d taken time for herself. "I'll give you this," plopping down onto the empty chair before fanning herself fruitlessly, "that trek would've been an absolute misery to make through the sand."