6th Mistake; a delicious mistake

[moralperil]

[Mahdi addresses the screen dressed in a red apron with his name embroidered on one side: a perhaps-obviously handmade gift from a friend. The apron and his face and bare arms are smudged with flour and a few streaks of chocolate.]

Um, does anyone want cookies? I made cookies.

[Around this time you may notice that pretty much every inch of the kitchen counter is covered with foil-wrapped paper plates.]

I made a few dozen.

And a pie. Maybe two pies.

Baking is how I vent stress sometimes, I guess, um...

I guarantee these cookies will make everyone feel a bit better! So let me know if you'd like a plate, I can drop it off with you. I'll probably be leaving some at the clinic too.


[OOC: Mahdi's cookies will, miraculously, give one a lingering sense of warmth and affection for a short time, due to his powers of emotional projection.]

Comments

[moralperil]

Are you sure? They have special powers. They'll cheer you up for a little bit, and they're delicious.

Well, technically being delicious isn't a special power...

[bittertears]

If not that, then what sort of "special powers" are you referring to?

[moralperil]

They'll make you happier for a little while. That's what I do! I make people happy.

[bittertears]

And you've chosen food for this occasion?

[moralperil]

Food is what I do best! And cookies are simple and easily transportable.

[bittertears]

Seems reasonable enough. What sort of cookies have you made?

[moralperil]

Snickerdoodles, double chocolate chip and carrot ginger!

[bittertears]

I'm certain that those that eat them will be very pleased with the results.

[moralperil]

[A slight frown. This girl looks sort of sickly, he thinks, and now he's a bit worried.] And you're sure you don't want some?

[bittertears]

[welcome to Real World Alice's appearance]

I am, though I thank you for the offer.

[moralperil]

Alright, um! Talk to you soon! I'm Mahdi, by the way.

[bittertears]

A pleasure to meet you. My name is Alice Liddell.

[moralperil]

Nice to meet you, Alice! You have a pretty name.

Take care, okay? And even if you don't feel like eating, please try and stay fed and hydrated.

[bittertears]

You needn't worry about me, I can assure you of that.

[moralperil]

Too late. [A sad little smile.] If you're ever hungry, please stop by - I love to cook, and I can make just about anything. I'm in room 402.

Take care, 'kay?

[bittertears]

[bloody hell.]

I shall. And you as well, I suppose.