“What? Me worry? Noooo, nonsense!” says Makoto, making the opposite impression. “I just kinda figured we should take advantage of this stuff while it’s here! We can, uh, we can have a baking party later, alright?” And hopefully no one will need to suffer.
It’s kind of hard to predict how Ragna will react to things, now that Makoto thinks about it. There’s part of her that wants to believe he really would like to see something like that from Nu, some kind of marker that shows the progress she’s made. But there’s an equal chance that he’ll be a weenie about it, so who knows?
“Anyways, yeah, I think he would. I mean, if you want to give them to him, you should,” she says. “’Tis the season for that kind of stuff, right?” Makoto will just text him beforehand so he isn’t too surprised.
Makoto steps over to what she assumes is the control for the whole cookie-crafting shebang. A touch screen, like the one on her phone, looks back at her, so it can’t be too hard to figure out, right? She taps the screen with a finger. “Uhh, you probably just- oh, there it goes.”
At her touch, the screen changes to what passes for a sheet of dough. As Makoto traces her finger along the image, it notifies her that the trail she creates is where the machine will cut.
“Oh hey Nu, it’s pretty easy!” she says, turning back to the other girl. “You just gotta draw it, see? I mean, my artistic skills aren’t amazing, but it should just be like…”
She hums a little to herself as she traces out a humanoid shape. A little tuft for the hair, a pair of ears, a big poofy tail, and can’t forget the cowlick she can’t get rid of… “There, that ain’t bad, right?” she says, taking a step back. “That looks like me, right? Or like, it looks like me if I was backlit. Anyways, you give it a try.”
She watches Nu with bright eyes, wonder if the girl has any artistic merit to speak of, and hoping they don’t end up with a sheet of only Ragna cookies.
“Hm.” Squinting with her non-covered eye as the other tried to hide the worry in her tone, in a very bad way. Whatever, she thought as she nodded, she will make them one day and will drag Makoto to test how they tasted. Once the Murakumo set her mind on something it was very hard to let it go away, a certain Grim Reaper could attest to that.
With Makoto’s words she smiles and gets closer to the machine, looking at the other’s attempts to make the machine work, and once the instructions of the machine are clear she waits for Makoto to finish the design. Once she recognizes the form of the cookie Makoto made she makes a small laugh, remembering that phrase of making cookies in the form of her friends and eating them up at the beginning, she didn’t think Makoto would start with herself.
“It looks pretty good, Makoto!” She takes a moment to look at the small design on the touchscreen.
“It’s Nu’s turn now.” She looks at the digital layer, putting her index finger on it. Her expression goes cold for a second, muttering to herself in a low tone. “Commencing.”
Her finger goes as fast as the eye can see, not leaving a small error go by until the sheet is filled. If Makoto was to look at it, she would see figures looking like a certain Deadspike-san, some like Ragna, one like her the gigantic sword that was her Murakumo and just enough space to fit some Makoto-figured ones following the pattern the other did.
“There, just about enough space for one sheet. What do you think, Makoto? Did Nu do well?”
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