YOU ARE MY CANDY GIRL ★ o, weekly task

[Margaery]

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Margaret, while naturally adept in gardening and such, was an excellent chef. Her mother and uncle had ensured that when she was a child- exposing her to every aspect of the kitchen and permitting her to advance her skills as a little cook. Baking had always been her specialty though, and while she still prepared meals for her girlfriend and she to share for dinner, she preferred the act of making pastries and desserts far over filet mignon and shrimp scampi. As much as she was embarrassed to admit it, she had even had a little web series of sorts focused entirely on baking- though it wasn't in practice much anymore, she had no time to maintain something that demanded that large of a commitment.

When the scent of fresh-baked cookies met her, the girl immediately abandoned her book to investigate. Her mother had always made incredible cookies, cookies that Margaret would eat in one sitting had she not been closely watched and forced to share. She supposed that the same rule would apply here: she would need to share. Oh how she wished that wasn't the case. Her mouth was already watering after catching one whiff of the cookies... they had to be excellent, she knew they were.

Finally located Hazel, Luna, Bast, Shay, and, most importantly, the cookies, Margaret quickly snatched a chocolate chip one and came to stand besides her girlfriend. A large smile was present upon her red-tinted lips and she, hungrily, devoured the dessert in a few bites. A lady she may be, yes, but cookies always provided her with an excuse to be a bit unladylike, if you will.

[color=#b14767]"These are good!" She announced, bumping Shay playfully as she, too, complimented Hazel on a job well done. [color=#b14767]"You and I just have to bake something together one day! I still have my mother and uncle's old cookbooks... we could make some incredible things!" And on top of that, she enjoyed the idea of getting to bond with Hazel a bit more. The other girl was the embodiment of sunshine herself and Margaret, with all the shadows she kept hidden under pretty smiles and charming words, knew she needed that- some sunshine.

[color=#b14767]"And oh my! Have you run it under cold water yet? Should I go and fetch some ice?"