ULTIMATE EASY BAKE OVEN: BEDAZZLED EDITION!!
It was settled.
There had been moping in the Splendide room for all of ten minutes, and the rest had been spent studying. NO MORE!, Mocinna screamed inwardly, and even partially outwardly as she chucked every notebook onto her bed once they were fanned through. One, after another, after another-- this was DUMB! Break was coming up and she hadn't gotten to do any of the duels or anything, and that was just ridiculous. Not only THAT, but nobody even invited her to duel or take long romantic walks-- was she that intimidating or something.
NO LONGER. Nope. Since her bestest best friends were colored all busy or boyfriending, this left Momo with lime-tier sourness in her throat from being so cooped up. Flowers didn't blossom in the dark, did they? She'd promised Tali she would drop in to do some knitting.
But
first...
She practically threw herself into her heels, tromping around her dorm until an acceptably large sun hat was donned-- as she didn't own a chefs hat YET, but it was close, okay-- and brandished a few wooden spoons, which were the extent of her baking supplies brought from home (For bedazzling.); her goal was clear. First thing this morning, instead of homework, she would go bother Finch.
Bother, defined in the lightest way possible, of course. Bother, in the sense thatgoddess almighty she needed to learn how to cook, and she would be the best person to teach her-- all while discussing updating their rather extensive relationship chart. That was JUST what she needed to get her mind off of all of the studying and the transfers and the NOT GOING OUTSIDE IN GENERAL, yes, yes, good. Into the satchel everything she thought she would need went, and she hopped in place a few times to get her blood flowing through her small form.
It would be perfect! And out the door she practically floated, door slamming hard and her footsteps pittering rapidly in her wake on her way to check her dorm first, and with a few knocks past, she dramatically flopped herself all over the frame, whining to the woman within for attention. She didn't work the bazaar on weekdays, did she? Her gaze slithered along the doorlight, like she would be able to rebound her vision around it to see in magically, "Fiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnchhhhhhhhh...!" Again she wafted through the door. How anyone stood her methods of getting someone to open their door was questionable. "Are you hooommmmeee...??"
She was going to be the most desolate pile of sad if she had to venture out into the heat in such a heavy petticoat today, guhhhhh. Fashion regrets. But it would be worth it for cooking time. One last array of doorpats to go!