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MCA #9, Thursday Evening
Nov. 28th, 2019 06:07 pmOctavia didn't have a lot of love for Thanksgiving. It reminded her of Unity Day, up on the Ark, and Unity Day came with too much baggage to be a good association to have with anything.
But Octavia did like food. And so after herhandwavy half-day shift at Covent Garden, she'd ended up getting ingredients to bake something. Specifically, pecan pie, because it supposedly went with this holiday but more importantly, it was something she knew she liked. At least when made by someone with actual skill and experience with baking things. And she... had neither of those.
What she did have were a pre-made pie shell along with everything she was supposed to put on it, as well as a restless feeling she desperately needed to shake, brought on by Duke's voicemail from yesterday as well as some severe indecision on whether she should check up on Larceny at the hotel.
And so, baking.
She made kind of a mess of the kitchen, unaccustomed to measuring things out or just generally doing anything like this in an orderly fashion. But that was fine, just meant she'd have the clean-up to occupy her time for a little longer, later. The key thing was that despite the mess, what she ended up putting into the oven was something that actually looked like a pie. Not a pretty pie, not like something you'd sell at a bakery or something, but a pie all the same. And it was hers.
And then it was time for her to sit on the floor in front of the oven, watching the pie baking.
[ooc: Mostly for the bro (with truly epic holiday-related SP), but can be open for others wishing to drop by as well.]
But Octavia did like food. And so after her
What she did have were a pre-made pie shell along with everything she was supposed to put on it, as well as a restless feeling she desperately needed to shake, brought on by Duke's voicemail from yesterday as well as some severe indecision on whether she should check up on Larceny at the hotel.
And so, baking.
She made kind of a mess of the kitchen, unaccustomed to measuring things out or just generally doing anything like this in an orderly fashion. But that was fine, just meant she'd have the clean-up to occupy her time for a little longer, later. The key thing was that despite the mess, what she ended up putting into the oven was something that actually looked like a pie. Not a pretty pie, not like something you'd sell at a bakery or something, but a pie all the same. And it was hers.
And then it was time for her to sit on the floor in front of the oven, watching the pie baking.
[ooc: Mostly for the bro (with truly epic holiday-related SP), but can be open for others wishing to drop by as well.]
