Windowsill || Open
“I think...I’ve done it.” Dolce let out a sigh of relief as she pulled a tray full of cookies out of the oven and onto the windowsill. She yanked off her oven mitts, wiped the sweat off of her brow, and began to smile. “These are the best sugar cookies I’ve ever baked--Possibly the best sweets I’ve ever made.” She took in a deep breath, embracing the smell of the freshly baked goods. The blonde cracked her knuckles and began to walk downstairs to the clinic area. She called out over her shoulder, “Pico! Watch the cookies! I’m going to find some frosting. Don’t touch anything!”
“Yeah, whatever, Dolly!” Pico waved after her until she was no longer in sight. The ghost chuckled mischievously as she eagerly ran towards the tray of cookies. “I wish you’d bake for me sometime, Dolly. I bet your treats taste soooo good~!” She reached for a cookie and shoved one into her mouth.
“Ding, ding, ding! I was right! These are delicious!”
“Pico? Who are you talking to?”
“Nobody!” Pico accidentally backed into the tray, causing it the tumble out the window, dropping cookies onto some poor unsuspecting victim on the streets. Realizing what she had done, Pico looked out of the window, towards the stairs, back to the window, then back to the stairs.
“Oh...god! Dolly’s totally gonna kill me...twice!”
