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Who: Brighid & Samuel.
What: Cupcakes, courtesy of Mrs Griffin-Laurent.
Where: #705.
When: Late evening, after this.
Warnings: None yet.

Samuel took the stairs down from P3 two at a time, a broad grin brightening his features. Red velvet would not have been his first choice for cupcakes, but free cupcakes were always a welcome thing. Further, judging by the trappings of the penthouse suites, it seemed a reasonable guess that the six cupcakes he bore down to his own level had likely cost what he himself had never spent on a single dessert; red velvet or no, they would be something to behold. Six, though, seemed too many to keep to himself, and not nearly enough to take to work. He thought through the building's tenants, considering each one he knew, deciding whether he knew each of them well enough to invade their apartments with baked goods at this relatively late hour.

In the end it was Brighid who came to mind. He had found no feasible way to apologize for the argument she had walked in on - and a literal apology, whether to Brighid or Lia herself, had not at all crossed his mind - and free dessert seemed like as good a method as any. So he bypassed his own apartment, his steps carrying him straight to her door. Balancing the carefully wrapped package on one palm, he rapped at the door.

"Brighid? I come bearing gifts..."