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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[good_for_six]

"I couldn't possibly," Isabela protested, adopting her most pious expression. "No Rivaini could ever participate in heathen non-Andrastian festivities."

[not_every_mage]

"Of course not," Anders agreed, barely biting back a smile. "I'll have to say a few extra prayers for forgiveness tonight. For cookies."