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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[tigerundercover]

Raven shook her head. "This was all these guys. I'm barely even ever here."

[boneyard_girl]

"What, they bad roommates or somethin'? 'Cause I ain't above wacking th' boys upside th' head if'n they're being stupid," Ada offered, because... this was Raven's house too, right?

[tigerundercover]

Raven laughed. "I appreciate that! But no, I just like spending the night on the preserve, mostly. I'm not . . . the best at people, anymore."

[boneyard_girl]

"I ain't th' best at Houses," Ada shared, laughing. "All shut-off from th' sun an' fresh air an' noise of th' world. I had a hard enough time adjustin' to th' dorms! Th' preserve would be nicer if'n it weren't so damn cold out."

[tigerundercover]

Raven shrugged. "Cold's never bothered me. Which is good, since I'm usually only pretending to be wearing clothes."

[boneyard_girl]

"That's gotta be handy," Ada sighed. "'M almost always cold."

[tigerundercover]

"I gather a lot of people are?" Raven said. "Kathy always refuses to come out and visit me in the preserve if it's less than, like, 70 degrees out."