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.]

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[copia]

[ ooc: jdhfg I was so sore and tired last night I meant to ask you that haha. If you have the time we can thread it out? ]

[moralperil]

[OOC: I hope you feel better. I'd love to play it out, Kaede is so cute!]

[copia]

[ ooc: kdjfg well, with the turn of events, maybe it's better if we handwave!? We can thread them out during this crisis!!? 'cause I'm sure Kaede would check on him. ]

[moralperil]

[OOC: Okay! Mahdi will be immune, so he'll probably be worried about Kaede too. <3]

[copia]

[ ooc; she'll be immune, as well! still gonna check up on him regardless. ]