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gemmedchild:
“New concept: alone breakfast. It’s like together breakfast but I eat it alone. And instead of a bunch of stuff…it’s one waffle and the waffle is still frozen.”
“Uh, hey, how about a new new concept? Friend breakfast. It’s like alone breakfast except I can make you fresh blueberry pancakes with an egg and bacon smile.”
guardianofterramate:
“eh, i dunno. Moon pies seem a little too on the nose, don’t you think?”
“I could put them on top of ice cream. It’ll be a moonpie covering a sundae.”
“Another eclipse... I should make some moonpies.”
“It’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake If the way is hazy You gotta do the cooking by the book You know you can’t be lazy...”
An alternate(?) version of Cooking by the Book that came with an Osu! map I downloaded. A version in which Pixel’s vocals sound different.
If anyone actually knows where this version originally came from let me know.
getsweets:
@workwiththis
Sniff! Sniff! He knows that scent anywhere. The smell of hard work, an oven and also, his favorite, sugar. As the guy passes, he steps after him quickly, catching up to his side as he inspects his person, just to see if there’s any of the goods on hand. “ Hey, how are you? Name’s Gaius, great to meet you. So, I happened to notice you smelled particularly like cookies when you passed me. And..please tell me that it’s not a new perfume line. “
Deckard starts and turns to the side as soon as he hears footsteps approaching from behind. He’s a bit nervous in this city—mostly because it’s so new—so he was a little afraid of someone coming from behind and hurting him in some way. But fortunately it seems to be a... harmless person, more or less. Asking about... cookies. “Oh jeez...” Deckard scratches his head and presents the other with an empty tray. “I just gave away the last one... I’m sorry!”
“If you want to buy me more materials, I could make some cookies just for you?”
antheiin:
“Oh school, I remember that well. I graduated out of school a few years ago, still haven’t done anything with the degree, but that’s okay.” Miriam chuckles, looking amused by her own words. Nevertheless, she turns back to think over her own answer. “Ah. Europe. All of it honestly. I’m from Ukraine though, if that’s what you mean.”
“Ukraine? That’s interesting! And I’ve always wanted to visit Europe. So many wonderful types of food there. But I was even surprised to be able to afford culinary school on my wages.” Deckard blushes slightly and scratches his head. “But I hope to one day open my own restaurant, then maybe I can travel around and try different foods and get inspiration! For now, I have YouTube.”
bashfullygreen:
“Oh man…now I can’t stress bake because I have to save ..money!”
“I’ve been depression baking since I got here, and I have plenty of money.” Well, not really. Especially since he’s been sharing them for free. “If you wanna share supplies?”
minteyed-saviour:
“You can, but unless you have fancams, a sign, and own copious amounts of Gordon Ramsay merchandise, I’d hardly call it stanning.”
“I don’t know what those things are, but I have adapted some of his re... rees... recipes as my own.”
“Am I allowed to stan Gordon Ramsay? Or does it have to be a musician?”
falseau:
“The only kisses I accept are Hershey’s.”
“I made some hershey kiss cookies if you want one.”
gemmedchild:
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guardianofterramate:
“I like baking for my little sister from time to time. It keeps her from playing spy games on me If she’s too busy chowing down.” She reached over and took a cookie, offering the other a star in trade!
“Oh, no, I’m not charging for them. How about you take a cookie now, then later on you can help me out if I need help? Since you like to bake, maybe I could call you to help out bake more in the future?”
charmingsecretary:
“You sure?” Susie looks around skeptically, trying to tell if this deal is legitimate or not. It seems right enough, so she says with a shrug, “Well, alright, then! If you insist! But I’d start charging if I were you.”
She takes a cookie and gives it a crunch. (Don’t ask how she does that without a mouth.) After assessing its taste and quality, she nods her head in clear approval.
“Mm, not bad! Have you ever considered opening up a business with these?” Susie’s got a nose (metaphorically) for business, and she’ll be darned if it goes to waste!
“Thank you! And, uh... no I haven’t really. I mean, back home I worked as a line cook at a restaurant. And sure, I loved my job. But we’re in a destroyed city... and everyone was given the same amount of money to start out with. It seems unfair to start charging people for food when everyone has the same amount of money, right?”
“I mean, I’d just get money from someone, then pay it to someone else, who them pays it to someone else. It’s all the same money and eventually it all goes back to where it started or one person ends up with all of it. I’m not sure that how capsaicin—er, capitalism—should work. Why not just trade the food for other things instead?”
summersixth:
“Good, because I was not going to kiss you anyway.” She offers a wink, then reaches for the plate of cookies, taking the smallest one. Holly takes a bite, then looks up, a mixture of surprise and elation on her face.
“They are quite good, you have surprised me.” And then she takes another bite, making sure not to drop even a single crumb. “And please, call me Holly. Calling me miss is an insult to my accuracy, as well as makes me feel like an old woman.”
“Well, good. Because I’m not looking for any sort of... uh, relationship or anything right now.” Deckard watches as the woman grabs a cookie, then smiles shyly to himself when she beams back up at him after a bite. “Well, Holly, I’m glad you enjoyed it! Take another if you want. It is, apparently, kiss day after all.”
