Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-06-06 08:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | dahlia thomas, jaime davies |
Cookies and Keeps
Characters: Jaime, Dahlia
When: 3:42 PM onward, Wednesday
Location: the Keep, kitchen
Warnings/Rating: language
Summary: Jaime bakes and maybe chats
Status: Complete; Keep is open from 3:40 PM until 4:20 PM
While they'd only needed two others, they'd gotten three, and Jaime was pretty sure that gave them (somehow) extra minutes on the door. After they'd gotten the door open, she'd said her bye to Mike (with a kiss of course) and watched as he and Jake wandered off toward the river. She did wonder if Jake had wanted to come in or not, but she guessed maybe he was just being helpful. Or maybe he wanted to bond with Mike or something. Either way, she wandered in with her cookie book tucked under her arm. She really did plan to try to experiment with some new recipes, and if Dahlia wanted to help (or didn't want to help) it was cool by her. She was going to abuse the hell out of the base ingredients until there just wasn't any left. Cookies for all. Rolling her shoulders and wondering if anyone else was going to wander in (or if the fellow door openers were going to join her) Jaime headed toward the kitchen. Setting her book on the counter, she turned to explore the pantry, dragging out a couple of bags of flour, the bag of brown sugar, and then she checked to make sure there wasn't any of the above already open in one of the cabinets. If there was, she'd use that first. She also thought she'd probably make a pizza before she left, and she and Mike could split that. And if there were people hanging around ... well, both ovens would still be hot and she didn't mind popping a second one in. While having to corral people to get in and out was moderately annoying, it was by far the easiest week they'd had in a while. It made her a little wary about what the rest of the week held -- they hadn't discovered zombies until mid-week, after all -- she was of the mind this really was it. So it was a break, and that was nice. Assuming, of course, it was a break and nothing else happened. Like some random flood later in the week. So she was content to not worry about it. There was no point to worry about it. Whatever would happen would happen, and they'd deal with it. Wham, bam, end of story. Rolling her shoulders again, she started to thumb through the recipe book to see if anything looked particularly appealing. |