07-12-2018, 02:51 PM
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ooc not a human au
Recently, Hazel had discovered a small treasure that she’d forgotten. The circumstances in which she found it were...depressing, as she had been cleaning out a drawer to shove all of her broken art materials in. She couldn’t bring herself to get rid of them, even if she’d ripped her charcoal sketches — save for one — into bits and pieces.
Regardless, the cookbook Hazel stumbled across was a gift from Margaery. The worn pages were filled with old recipes from Caroline. It was a little distressing, knowing that Margy had given her a book full of things she couldn’t eat. Nevertheless, Hazel had taken the book to Bastille a couple weeks ago, and he’d helped her translate the recipes into Latin, which she’d penned in on sticky notes.
Her last time in the kitchen was a bit of a fiasco; she’d made a mess just trying to bake cookies. Flour and sugar were everywhere and the dishes in the sink were a mile high. This time, however, was easier. She’d recruited Arion’s help, knowing that the oven would be tricky to work with and the fridge door heavier than she could handle. Earlier, she had tied strings around most of the kitchen knobs and handles and attached objects on the other end to make opening things easier, so Arion’s assistance wasn’t needed for everything. He’d demanded carrots the entire time, but Hazel was willing to work with his price.
At the end of the day, she’d managed to produce a nice batch of lemon bars. She’d been eager to try the recipe the moment they’d translated it, even if Titanium had been insisting that it would end up horribly. As it mattered, they’d turned out quite well, and mii was throwing feline taste rules out the window, anyway.
“Hey, everyone! I made something — and yes, these turned out much better than the cookies.” The girl called out. Her exhaustion might be returning, but she had felt the nagging urge to do something productive before she went out of her mind. The result? Lemon bars.
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[align=center]hazel elise caelum . nine months . the ascendants . golden girl . tags
ooc not a human au
Recently, Hazel had discovered a small treasure that she’d forgotten. The circumstances in which she found it were...depressing, as she had been cleaning out a drawer to shove all of her broken art materials in. She couldn’t bring herself to get rid of them, even if she’d ripped her charcoal sketches — save for one — into bits and pieces.
Regardless, the cookbook Hazel stumbled across was a gift from Margaery. The worn pages were filled with old recipes from Caroline. It was a little distressing, knowing that Margy had given her a book full of things she couldn’t eat. Nevertheless, Hazel had taken the book to Bastille a couple weeks ago, and he’d helped her translate the recipes into Latin, which she’d penned in on sticky notes.
Her last time in the kitchen was a bit of a fiasco; she’d made a mess just trying to bake cookies. Flour and sugar were everywhere and the dishes in the sink were a mile high. This time, however, was easier. She’d recruited Arion’s help, knowing that the oven would be tricky to work with and the fridge door heavier than she could handle. Earlier, she had tied strings around most of the kitchen knobs and handles and attached objects on the other end to make opening things easier, so Arion’s assistance wasn’t needed for everything. He’d demanded carrots the entire time, but Hazel was willing to work with his price.
At the end of the day, she’d managed to produce a nice batch of lemon bars. She’d been eager to try the recipe the moment they’d translated it, even if Titanium had been insisting that it would end up horribly. As it mattered, they’d turned out quite well, and mii was throwing feline taste rules out the window, anyway.
“Hey, everyone! I made something — and yes, these turned out much better than the cookies.” The girl called out. Her exhaustion might be returning, but she had felt the nagging urge to do something productive before she went out of her mind. The result? Lemon bars.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better
