second pact ❖ {food for thought}

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[The scent of freshly-baked cookies drifts across the Plane. Apparently it's a good time to be around, because Emil's jumping on the food bandwagon and taking over the kitchen. The counters are covered with white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies, all made in the shape of little white bunnies with dark chocolate chips for eyes and little chocolate x's for noses.

Finished with that batch of cookies, Emil busies himself with spooning some other kind of delicious chocolate thing into a pan. Brownies? Possibly.]

I hope this is enough...

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[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[It's like the pies all over again. Hungry teenage boy lurking nearby, ahoy!]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil taps the pan to get the batter to settle in evenly, seemingly oblivious to his company.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[Operation: Cookies Get is underway. Insert theme music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-8yfFLmQ-c) here.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Lmfao. He feels a little twinge at the back of his mind and he glances back. CAUGHT!]

Ah-- hi, Roxas.

[ghostlighter]

[You have a spectator, Emil.]

You gotta wonder. What is it with people and cooking here?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[CLANG. Pan meets counter.]

Er -- hi... [fdjsfdhjklfd] Do you not like cookies? I'm sorry...

[ghostlighter]

Hey. [Watching the pan hit the counter, though perhaps it didn't smack quite as hard as it could have.] That's not it. It just seems people always come here to make their meals or something.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Someone pops in like a cookie ninja.]

Oh, lovely! Did you make these?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He fumbles with the brownie pan but doesn't spill it!] H-hi, Doctor! Um... yes, I made them. You can have some... if you'd like.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Hurray! He will be taking some cookies and eating them.]

Oh, these really are quite good. You've got a knack for baking, I'd say.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

You weren't kidding about being able to cook.

[ Angela is peering at the cookies, unsure if she wants to endanger her girlish figure with a few. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He sets the brownie pan down and glances over his shoulder at Angela. The resulting smile is modest.]

Oh, hey, Angela-! I wasn't sure if you'd come back, since you were so suspicious of everything before...

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

I still am. Though at least now I know the people here aren't lying, even if it's weird.

[ And she's still in denial about there being another her out there. But hey, there are cookies here, and those are much more pleasant to think about than alternate universes and alternate selfs. ]

Who're you making all these for?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[COOKIES! Juni shall be hovering, and drooling (just slightly!)] Did you make all of those?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Ahahaha, Juni. Emil blinks, then nods.] Y-yeah. You can have some if you want.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni will now be nomming on a cookie] Mm, S'good.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[He's watching, smiling and clearly amused.] Geez, everyone's baking these days. What's with the trend? Not that I'm complaining, of course, I love the smell of it.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

W-well... the kitchen was open, and no one was using it... I'm not in your way, am I?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

Huh? Ah, of course not. I don't really use the kitchen here, I was just wandering around.

Looks good, though. Special day?

[lamb_of_gold]

[L-LATE ;-:]

[Mu wanders over, somewhat attracted by the smell of sweets]

Putting the resources to good use?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil does a doubletake when he sees Mu.]

Y-yeah, something like that.

Um... have we...?

[lamb_of_gold]

Met? Yes, though I was considerably smaller.

[mercwamouth]

[And now Deadpool has about three in his mouth.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil blinks at Deadpool. He's surprised, but also kind of amused.]

... Um... do you like them? [Trying to make the best out of the situation, here.]

[mercwamouth]

Mfumufm.

[Sticks a few more in his mouth]