33 Apocalypse Ave, Late Sunday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders' cooking skills mostly stalled out at grilled cheese and cans of soup, but the holiday season and its influx of guests had him wanting to try something new. (He was going to blame it on Kathy's influence.) He stopped by Turtle & Canary for supplies and then set up a baking station in the kitchen.

First on the list of things to try: cornflake Christmas wreaths. They seemed easy right up to the part where he started trying to shape the melted marshmallows and cereal into wreaths and found out exactly how fast a mage could get marshmallow all over every surface in the kitchen.

[OOC: Open to those there.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"This is the tastiest our counter's ever been," Dante said, blatantly swiping some marshmallow off the countertop with a thumb on his way in.

[spin_kick_snap]

"You know, I mean, you're usually wearing less, but I'm pretty sure this is right out of a fantasy of mine," Kathy teased, lounging in the doorway. "Possibly with less marshmallows, too, but I'm not going to complain."

[tigerundercover]

Raven didn't spend a lot of time in the house, but Christmas Eve seemed like the sort of time you were supposed to be around people, so here she was, hovering uncomfortably off to one side.

Which at least meant she didn't have to worry about getting marshmallow on her scales.

"Looks delicious. Why are they green?"

[boneyard_girl]

Ada could hear a ruckus somewhere, and followed the sounds until she was in the kitchen door, laughing.

"Anders, you want a hand?"

[good_for_six]

Isabela was also laughing at Anders. Unlike other people she wasn't offering to help.

That would just end badly for all concerned.