Not me. Couldn't Be. Then Who?

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[Saturday, January 23 (Day 237)]
[Kitchen, Tavern of Hell]
[Late morning to mid-afternoon]


I can't seem to get a hang on this morning. I feel a little groggy and sore from yesterday, but the smell of baking makes me smile. I take the two trays from the oven and set them on the sill.

I know that cookies aren't on the menu, but it I figure there's some time to kill before anyone will need a meal ready. They have to cool for a bit, I remind myself, as I quickly transfer them to the cooling racks on the edge of this window.

I go to turn around, to take care of the rest of the prep I need done before tonight, but I crack myself a smile, and grab one of the hot cookies. I take a bite, and realize my error, as it begins to burn my tongue a bit. I rush for my glass of water on the other side of the kitchen to cool my mouth off, looking a damn fool the whole time.


[Open to Alice]

Not me. Couldn't Be. Then Who?

[jwatson-cookie.livejournal.com]

[Saturday, January 23 (Day 237)]
[Kitchen, Tavern of Hell]
[Late morning to mid-afternoon]


I can't seem to get a hang on this morning. I feel a little groggy and sore from yesterday, but the smell of baking makes me smile. I take the two trays from the oven and set them on the sill.

I know that cookies aren't on the menu, but it I figure there's some time to kill before anyone will need a meal ready. They have to cool for a bit, I remind myself, as I quickly transfer them to the cooling racks on the edge of this window.

I go to turn around, to take care of the rest of the prep I need done before tonight, but I crack myself a smile, and grab one of the hot cookies. I take a bite, and realize my error, as it begins to burn my tongue a bit. I rush for my glass of water on the other side of the kitchen to cool my mouth off, looking a damn fool the whole time.


[Open to Alice]