InsaneJournal

Who: Henn & Soren & whoever else is around
Where: Wolfpackhaus
When: Thursday afternoon-evening
What: Stuuuuuff
Warnings: 87.4% likely


Henn's godfather of sorts had vanished into the ether, but she had a demi-minime to make up for it, which was as close to balance as she was going to get, so that meant that this was both celebration and mourning, and the only thing she could think of to do was make caramel pretzels.

Just at that moment she was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she balanced rolos on top of pretzels on a cookie sheet, head bobbing to whatever music was on her earphones at the moment, she was wearing her skull and crossbones apron and her PJs, she liked being able to wear PJs all day.