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[moirailcompass]

[It was weird having a dorm to herself now. Nepeta couldn't say she particularly like it--she missed Ronnae a lot. While she had lived a pretty hermetic life out in the wild she had always at least had Pounce. Then there were the other trolls, and when she came here Ronnae had always been around. It surprised her how attached she had become to the other girl. So many of her friends seem to have disappeared lately. With Eridan's return, a pat of her hoped that the others would reappear soon as well, but for now she was finding an outlet in baking. Lots and lots of baking.

That's why she had set up a table right outside her dorm door to put treats out. There was no way she'd be able to eat all this by herself, so anyone who comes by is more than welcome to take some. The door to her dorm is open and she can be seen inside. The sleeves to her black shirt are rolled up---a shirt that does not bear her sign--and her hair, now reaching a little past her shoulders it messily piled atop her head with a clip.

The scent of all the various baked goods she is making spill out into the hallway. Come by to have a bite?]

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[moirailcompass]

Hi, Lea! No purrticular occasion. I just kind of wanted to bake and... [She looks around at all the treats] guess I kinda got a little ahead of myself. If you want any, feel free to take some.

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

Seriously? You don't mind? [Edging over to the nearest cookie.]

...Man, why is everybody such a good cook!

[moirailcompass]

It's never too late to learn. There's a Home Ec class here where they teach you all sortsa stuff. It's really fun.

[vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com]

[He glances over, mouth already full of the cookie he'd had his eye on.] Oh yeah? Hey, is that an elective or do they make you take it? I met the guy who teaches it!

He's pretty cool. [With a heroic effort, he swallows the remaining half-cookie and snags another.]