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[souffle_girlek]

Early in the morning, before most of the bar is awake, a tiny time traveler visits the kitchen. She would stay at home for a late-night snack, usually, but...

Well.

Ace already knows way too much about the Wells' romantic life, and about one picosecond downstairs at the farm let her know that sticking around would only teach her more. And since Bar was getting a break in the quiet hours of the night, Ace decides to fetch a snack herself. It's really too bad she left her current project on top of the microwave when she left.

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"Well, you see, it's not as easy as going 'yay, souffle'... well, actually, that's pretty much the whole plan, but you have to make it a flavor first, and there's all sorts of flavors." Oswin explain, her nerves translating to babble as she leads them into the kitchen.

Comments

Cheese, please!

[souffle_girlek]

"Oh, not just any cheese - Parmesan cheese with cayenne pepper." Oswin corrects, grinning. "Spicy and just a bit salty - kinda like how I like my men."

No, she will not apologize for that.

Re: Cheese, please!

[herr_bookman]

"Shiva wept!" Autor says, gasping. He nearly trips on the way to the refrigerator.

"I don't need to know what your preferences are, Oswin!" he snaps, digging the eggs and milk out for the béchamel. He stalks over to the stove and furrows his brow. "Hey, do you smell that?"

Re: Cheese, please!

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin cackles, fetching out bowls, a pan, and a pot from the cupboards.

"Smell what?" She asks - it's a fair question, they're in a kitchen that many people use, there's a lot of smells.

Options:

The smell is smelt.

-or-

The smell is not smelt.