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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.

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Twenty-six Minutes

[herr_bookman]

"One more game!" he demands, holding up his pointer finger. Then he sits up, nose wriggling. "Oswin. Do you smell that?"

Re: Twenty-six Minutes

[souffle_girlek]

"Alright, I'll...." Oswin pauses when he does, and frowns.

"Yeah, it's..." ... She turns to look at the oven with an expression of dread. She knows that smell. She knows that smell entirely too well.

She just hopes nothing has burned to the bottom of the oven.

Re: Twenty-six Minutes

[herr_bookman]

"Aw, oh no," Autor complains, setting his cards down to cross to the oven. He opens it to reveal a blackened soufflé in a baking dish. Some of it oozes over the sides, as if trying to escape.

The boy sighs. "Well. There's always croissants?"

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