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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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Re: Oswin and Autor, PIs

[souffle_girlek]

"I think we better have, I mean, bread rises, right? You don't want it exploding out of there when the pressure gets high enough." Oswin reasons, scrunching her nose at the smell. That's one ruined baking project if she's ever seen one (and whoo-doggy, has she seen a lot of them).

Re: Oswin and Autor, PIs

[herr_bookman]

Autor wishes he had a stick. As it is, he taps it with a wooden spoon, and then pokes at the button. The top opens with a hiss as the smell floods the room.

A toasted glop of dough bigger than his shoulders flops out onto the counter, feeling its way with tendrils.

"Oh, wow," Autor says, blinking. "That's actually kind of cut--"

And then it attacks, lunging at him with a roar that belies its small stature.

Re: Oswin and Autor, PIs

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin has a well-trained reaction to this.

Well, no, she doesn't, she has had a lot of time to think about what her well-trained reaction should be, and that at least stands her in good stead. She grabs Autor's arm and hauls, because now is the time to be anywhere else but here.

"RUN!"

Re: Oswin and Autor, PIs

[herr_bookman]

Oswin jerks Autor out of the way, and he staggers into a run. Adrenaline galvanizes his legs, and he bolts at Oswin's command.

The bread dough uses its tendrils to launch itself off the counter--but barely misses clinging to Oswin's shoulders, scraping its tendrils down her back.

Re: Oswin and Autor, PIs

[souffle_girlek]

Cue screaming - seriously, if something tendril-esque grabs you without your permission, scream like a banshee and run like hell. Oswin has figured this out in life.

Re: Oswin and Autor, PIs

[herr_bookman]

Autor steps on the thing, stomping quickly--but not quickly enough to prevent the tendrils from wrapping around his ankle. He jerks his foot free and runs, following Oswin with a yelp, the bread-beast in pursuit.


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