Zoe had heard that baking was good in times of stress, at least someone had said it on one of the cooking shows she had on in the background last night as she sent e-mails. She was pretty sure it was Masterchef Junior but who knows at this point, her mind had been overtaken with one hundred other things since that moment. Still she was always up for something that might bring her heart rate down since it’s current resting speed was only slightly shy of a panic attack. Which was how she’d ended up having to go to the supermarket to pick up some cookies they had baked, she’d managed to set her fire alarm off with her own attempt. Holding a bag in each hand, she had gone out for cookies and come back with more than just that obviously, the girl broke out into a warm smile as her eyes clapped on a figure she’d come to know in passing since moving into the building. “Hey, Charlie right? Sorry if I woke you up last night with my fire alarm going off, I tried to bake…” pulling a self deprecating face she held up the bag in her left hand. “Finally gave in and just bought cookies like a normal human, I think the fire department will thank me, want to come taste test the kinds I bought with me? Please, otherwise I’ll eat them all on my own. Save me from myself.” She chuckled. @crxtchiemorris