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Henriette Stillman ([info]not_that_henri) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2009-11-05 22:29:00

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Entry tags:cassidy turner, henriette stillman, soren skwigelf

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.



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[info]1stbornextreme
2009-11-07 10:22 am UTC (link)
"Between babysitting the not-us and all our other routines, I'm sure we could sneak it in eventually. Descend all together upon the Pit and give her a surprise. Thank you, bright eyes." He stole a kiss from Henn while she put the onions in the stock, and then poured the rest of the water that Soren had cast into the measuring cup into the stock, before waiting for it to simmer.

"Now, all we need is someone to grate the cheese. Gorgeous, could you stir the soup while I do that?" He directed at Henn.

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