[simsimmons]

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[xsylcuenco]

"Something's gotten me this far in life, so far," she laughed. Even if the survival instincts in this case were taste testing to ensure she didn't have to find a new place to eat for after-work dinner dates with the girls. "Look, I know what my skills are. I make sure people get their homemade birthday cakes. That's what matters. I leave the real cooking to my mama. And the pros.. like you," Sylvia shrugged with a smile. "I think folks would know better than me approving something horrendous, but try your best!"

[simsimmons]

ft. 𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑨 !

Nate laughed, shaking his head. “You see, that’s why you’ve made it this far.. you know your lane.” He pointed the spoon at her with a grin. “And hey, homemade birthday cakes are serious business. People remember a bad cake forever.” He took another quick taste before nodding approvingly. “Alright, maybe your faith in me isn’t completely misplaced. This might have actually turned out edible.”

[sukitang]

Location: Nate’s apartment

Status: CLOSED @simsimmons

The last thing Suki remembered clearly was someone handing her a drink and saying, “You won’t do it.”

Which, unfortunately for everyone involved, had been taken as a personal challenge.

Now she was in Nate’s apartment.

Standing very confidently in a way that absolutely did not match the fact that she was slightly swaying and missing one earring.

Also (minor detail) handcuffed to him.

It wasn’t her best look.

Suki blinked at him.

Then at the cuffs.

Then back at him.

“…Why do you look like that?” She asked, because it felt like a fair question in the moment.

[simsimmons]

ft. 𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰 !

Nate stared at her for a long moment. “How do I look?” he repeated slowly. “Suki, I woke up handcuffed to a woman who stole my hoodie, ate half my takeout, and apparently lost a fight with one of her earrings.” He lifted their joined wrists slightly, the metal clinking. “And before you ask, no, I don’t know where the key is.” Despite himself, a laugh escaped under his breath as he looked at her again. She looked entirely too pleased with herself for someone who is currently attached to him. “You, meanwhile,” Nate continued, eyeing her swaying stance, “look like you’d accept a dare from a raccoon if it sounded confident enough." He shook his head, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “The bigger question is why are there glitter handcuffs involved at all?”

[yvainelaurent]

Location: Cherry Amour

Status: CLOSED @simsimmons

Warm air smelling of vanilla and brown sugar wrapped around Yvaine the second she stepped into Cherry Amour, though even the comforting sweetness of the bakery wasn’t enough to salvage what had already proven itself to be an objectively terrible day.

First, she'd locked herself out of her apartment. Then (because apparently humiliation enjoyed sequels) she'd somehow managed to do it again after finally getting back inside. By now she was surviving purely on caffeine deprivation, wounded pride, and spite.

The soft chime of the bakery door sounded behind her as she wandered toward the glass pastry display, already mentally promising herself something sugary as compensation for her suffering.

Only to stop short.

The raspberry danishes were gone.

Yvaine stared at the empty tray with the expression of someone witnessing betrayal in real time.

“You have got to be kidding me…” The blonde muttered beneath her breath.

[simsimmons]

ft. 𝒀𝑽𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬 !

Nate had only come into Cherry Amour for coffee and five minutes of peace before another meeting his mother had insisted he attend. Instead, he found himself pausing a few feet behind Yvaine staring at the empty pastry tray like it had personally wronged her. Honestly, he got it. He glanced toward the display, then back at her, one brow lifting slightly. “Damn,” he said sympathetically, voice warm with amusement. “That’s the kind of disappointment that can ruin a person’s entire day.” He shifted the takeaway coffee in his hand before leaning slightly against the counter. “Judging by the look on your face, I’m guessing those weren’t just any danishes either.” He pauses before the corner of his mouth tugged upward. “For what it’s worth,” Nate added, lowering his voice, “you still look calmer than the guy I saw lose it over almond croissants in here last week. So I think you’re handling the tragedy pretty well.”

[onchillvybz]

Damson Idris

[xsylcuenco]

"Don't worry, I would never lie to you. Mostly because if you're showing this to your boss, I need to know what's coming to my favorite lunch spot," Sylvia laughed softly. "You're on your own if it's terrible though.. I can taste to know what's good, but my knowledge ends at following a recipe on the back of box cake mix."

[simsimmons]

ft. 𝑺𝒀𝑳𝑽𝑰𝑨 !

Nate pointed the spoon at Sylvia with a grin. “See, that’s exactly why I trust you. You’ve got survival instincts.” He gave the sauce another stir before leaning against the counter. “And for the record, following the recipe on the back of the cake mix still counts as cooking." He pauses, raising his eyebrow. "Barely,” he added teasingly. “But if this ends up terrible, I’m absolutely pretending you approved it anyway.”

[amberstevenson]

"You realise you're asking a lot here, seeing as I can't cook at all," commented Amber with a playful glare shot in Nate's direction. "You're meant to be the one that does it for a living. But fine..." She stepped forward and took the spoon from his outstretched hand, pausing for a moment before she popped the sample into her mouth. She took a moment, letting the flavours come through, and then swallowed. She could wind him up —- it would have been so easy to wind him up —- but she held back... kind of. "Yeah, it's okay..." she mused lightly, a playful smirk dancing across her features.

[simsimmons]

ft. 𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 !

Nate stared at her for a second after the 'it’s okay,' expression full of exaggerated disbelief. “Okay?” he repeated dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest like she’d personally wounded him. “Amber, do you know how devastating that is to hear from a professional taste tester?” A laugh escaped him before he shook his head, reaching for the spoon again. “You absolutely enjoyed that and now you’re just messing with me because you know you can.” He pointed the spoon at her accusingly, though the grin tugging at his mouth ruined any real attempt at seriousness. “Next time I’m making you cook too, just for that.”

[kennedyxwarren]

"If there's one thing I'm good at, it's giving opinions." Which wasn't true in hindsight, Kennedy was usually straight-faced about her inner feelings. She attributed that to her working with people on events, making their vision come to life despite how she may have actually felt about them. But when it came to those she was friendly with, she supposed she could spare her true thoughts. Tilting her head to the side, she let a laugh fall from her lips. "I would help to perfect it, but I wouldn't want to ruin your creation. I'm sure it'll taste as good as it smells."

[simsimmons]

ft. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 !

Nate let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter. “That sounds suspiciously like someone trying to avoid responsibility if this goes horribly wrong.” He held the spoon out toward her anyway, eyebrows lifting expectantly. “Come on, event planner. You can handle opinions under pressure, right?” His grin softened after a second. “And if it tastes half as good as it smells, I’ll consider that a win.”

[bryanxlawrence]

Bryan loved to cook. He also loved to help his friends cook. "I can give you an informed opinion, maybe not exactly unbiased," he said, looking over at him. When it came to working in the kitchen, he always had an opinion, but that was just part of his job. "But I can also give you the notes if something tastes awful," he gave him a small smile. "And then give you a whole list of notes to make it taste better. Does that sound like a good plan?" he asked, fixing up his apron. "Now, where are we starting?"

[simsimmons]

ft. 𝑩𝑹𝒀𝑨𝑵 !

“So I’m basically signing myself up for brutal honesty and a full points sheet?” he teased. “Honestly, that sounds pretty perfect.” He nudged a bowl a little closer to Bryan. “I was thinking we start simple before you scare me out of my own kitchen. Maybe pasta sauce? Unless you already have something else in mind.”

[naomiayodele]

“So, light work.” She confirmed. If it was one thing that she did well, it was give an honest opinion especially when it came for food. She had mainly cooked for herself and her boyfriend but she knew how tedious sauces can be. “When have I ever lied to you?” She rose a brow. “… that was one time and you looked really sad.” Naomi played with the gold ring on her finger. “Take a breather. I am sure it is not that bad.”

[simsimmons]

ft. 𝑵𝑨𝑶𝑴𝑰 !

Nate huffed out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced toward the sauce again. “Right, because your track record is spotless,” he teased lightly. Still, her reassurance chipped away at the knot in his chest. “Maybe I have been overthinking it.” His gaze flickered back to Naomi before he shook his head with a reluctant smile. “Alright. I’ll take your word for it this time.”

[simsimmons]

۶ৎ   open  to  all ! spots: 4/5 where: his apartment

Nate had been standing over the stove for the better part of two hours, sleeves rolled up and apron already stained from one failed sauce attempt after another. The kitchen smelt incredible. Fresh garlic, butter and fresh herb that were pulled from his mini herb garden. But that didn’t stop the crease between his brows from deepening every time he tasted the dish for himself. “Okay, I need an unbiased opinion before I lose my shit,” Nate admitted, grabbing a spoon and holding it out toward them. “And don’t lie to spare my feelings either. If this tastes terrible, I need to know before I embarrass myself in front of my boss.” He paused for a second before adding with a crooked grin, “Though if it is awful, you legally have to help me fix it before you leave my apartment."

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