Dec 16, 2013
☃ SNOWMAN MOTHERFUCKER ☃
7. My muse making chocolate chip biscuits for your muse.
She'd honestly only baked once; back home for a friend, and that was the first time she'd ever done something like that.... This marking the second time.
She wasn't sure why she was doing this; well okay, she knew.. Somehow or another, someone at work mentioned the other and somehow turned "bake him something" into a work order from her boss.
It was surprisingly not difficult; really just reading the directions on the mix box was all it took. Placing them clumsily in a container, she carefully knocked on the door to the apt she was given, delivering the biscuits with a relaxed expression,
"A gift from the defense force, welcoming you to town."