goldie had been developing her cooking skills for almost three months now, and she had been wanting to perfect them before she shared them. she was still far from perfect, in her own eyes. she had a long way to go. and, to be fair, she was comparing herself with mister dad, who had much more experience than her at this point. but, she thought it would be nice to share some of them now at least.

the success from her gift giving had inspired her to go further and do something a bit simpler and easier. she made three different kinds of baked goods - cookies, cupcakes, and muffins, all containing three flavors so others would have plenty of choices. she'd made a few dozen so there would be plenty for everybody, too. hopefully everyone would like them - she had tried her best to make sure they were all good before sharing.

for the cookies, there was chocolate chip, sugar, and white chocolate. for the cupcakes, there was vanilla, chocolate, which both had various colored frosting, and red velvet with the signature white frosting. finally, for the muffins, there was lemon, coconut, and blueberry. she tried to get creative so there would be plenty of variety and hoped everybody would find something they'd like. if not, she'd have to make something for them to make up for it.

she sat in barracuda bay, sure to have placed them all along a safe surface so they wouldn't get any sand in them. lynn, her harpy eagle, sat beside her, digging into his own food as she prepared to share her creations. "oi, come get some treats!"

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the girl's ears perked upward as the first to arrive was tokoyami. she figured this could be a good way to enjoy time with her crewmates, as well as potentially meet others, as she had been catching up, but still had a couple she had yet to properly converse with. so, she was happy to see really anybody show up.

she watched as he took a blueberry muffin, offering a warm smile. "thank you, i hope ya like 'em! i still have a long way to go, but i think they taste pretty alright." goldie replied with a nod, seeming sort of excited. hopefully they did taste pretty alright, at least. hopefully a bit more than that, actually, but she didn't want to sell herself higher than she might be.

the young girl shifted her attention as beatrice questioned her, blinking at the question. "oh, mister dad - wait, i mean, jacob taught me!" she replied quickly as she watched the girl choose a lemon muffin, one of her own personal favorites, and eat it. a bit of a satisfied look entered her features. doing these sorts of things is when she truly felt good about herself. she needed to do them more often. "'m glad! i tried to make 'em good."

next was kazumi, offering his own compliments. she flashed a small smile. her gaze turned a little thoughtful as he asked about what to try. "hmm...well, it depends on what ya like, i guess. red velvet's probably my personal favorite outta' all of 'em, n' lemon muffin's nice...takes away most of the sourness you'd usually get with lemons. all of the cookies are pretty sweet, but chocolate chip is probably my favorite." she sort of just listed her favorites, but to be fair, it was honest opinions.

finally, her brother, blue arrived with a small comment. her gaze appeared warm and loving at his approach, giggling at his pun. "well, if you're gonna get it, i can help ya look." she personally didn't really think of lynn as a pet, though she could see why others would call him one. she was just sort of growing up with him. at his next set of words, the girl nods quickly. "mhm, mister dad started teaching me to cook a couple months ago! 'm really glad he did. i jus' haven't shared much 'cause i didn't want it to taste bad or anythin'."

Bruised, battered, a bit mangled, still insanely salty... was this time for a cookie? Naturally, he'd say no but curiosity got the better of him. He could smell the scent of biscuits, muffins and cupcakes, reminding him of home. Except home was no more and Bakugou hadn't even dared attempted to try and use a knife to 'cook' anything. Hell, he didn't even think cooking was a thing except for char-grilling a fish he'd caught or something. Nevertheless, Bakugou approached like every other pirate whose nose steered them like the sails of a ship, blinking and observing the assortment of treats laid out before their eyes. He doesn't stop to acknowledge Tokoyami who grabbed a blueberry muffin, nor does he stop to look at Beatrice who is asking Goldenluxury a question he genuinely wants to know the answer to. Pah, to think he was at least mildly interested in baking! What a joke, he'd claim, a disastrous sense of humour! But this time, he wasn't quite lying to himself when he displayed a strange sense of interest towards the activity, craning his ears towards the baker when she answers the question.

Taught by Jacob. That meant nothing to Bakugou unfortunately. If he ever wishes to pursue baking, he'd have to do so by himself...preferably in secret. He picks up sugar cookie and accidentally burns it in his mouth. All he tastes is ash. He's forgotten that his tongue is usually coated in fire, coated to a point that if he so much as bitterly spat his words that embers would come spluttering out into the sand. It meant anything he ate would be sizzling and cooking away in his mouth whilst he chewed, swallowing cooked meat according to how he chewed. Most days, it was medium rare, but the sugar cookie was quick to combust in his his maw leaving a foul taste. He scrunches his face, a little disappointed but almost relieved it wasn't as extremely sweet as he'd thought it'd be. "Y'should try makin' somethin' spicy." He'd prefer that over cupcakes any day.

the girl looked to bakugou as he arrived, recognizing the newer crewmate quickly. she offered a welcoming, friendly expression as he arrived, curious to see what he would try. she blinked as he ate the sugar cookie, trying not to make it too obvious that she was watching him eat. she knew some others were uncomfortable about that.

a little bit of disappointment did enter her when she saw his reaction, hoping he didn't think it tasted bad. goldie's ears perked as he spoke. "oh, i can make spicy food! anythin' ya have in mind? i could make you somethin', if you wanted." she offered kindly with a nod. maybe he didn't like cookies or something, and preferred spicy food. she didn't want anybody to leave feeling dissatisfied with her food.

She reminds him a little of Uraraka, the difference being that the gravity-manipulating child was aware of Bakugou's bad personality and drifted towards Deku. For that reason, the ragdoll has only a shallow understanding of the girl, assuming her to be the typical nice girl he saw in films or read in books. Bubbly, energetic, a people-pleaser. These are the thoughts which run through his head when the bengal replies, a little surprised because he doesn't expect anyone to take his ungrateful comments seriously. He smiles a little at her, a reaction occurring completely without him noticing it himself. He doesn't often smile in moments like these. Usually it's when he's maliciously amused or glad to see Kirishima. Not often is it towards a stranger offering him free food. "Katsu-karē" he replies, shifting his expression to that of an amused grin. He likes spicy curry, but really anything with a good kick was fine enough for him. He isn't that much of a picky-eater himself, leaning only to preferences while also ensuring he maintained a healthy diet. "But if baking's what you're good at...spicy desserts are fine too. I don't really have much of a preference."