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

[acts_of_claudia]

Yeah I guess you got a point - says the girl who's currently living in Threes Company alien edition.

[moralperil]

[That whooshing noise is the sound of that going over his head.]

So you're an alien? Are you green?

[acts_of_claudia]

[She snerks]

No, no. I'm not but my roommates are. One's black and one's blue.

[moralperil]

Cool! I've met some green guys, and one of my friends is kinda... blueish, and glows. I had no idea people could come in some interesting shades!

[acts_of_claudia]

They don't on my world but I guess it makes sense that it could happen on others.

[moralperil]

Mm-hm! There are many ways to live as there are people, just like they say! It's wonderful!