greetings!

[maskmaker]

Date & Time: June 29
Location: Unit 305
Characters: Monica Campanella and Alisha Bailey aphrodisiacs
Summary: Roommate bonding! Monica was making some bread and she decides to share with her roomie.
Warnings: n/a!

Cooking was a good pastime. Working at the bakery back home had been a nice, comfortable experience with a good employer who provided her with food and a warm place to live. A good-hearted, motherly adult that she was blessed to be in the care of. So it's that woman whom she thinks about as she stares with fascination, crouched by the oven she's using at the apartment, a recipe book she purchased at the market open in her lap as she eyes the displayed temperature to make sure she's doing it correctly.

But she's not so immersed in her activity that she doesn't notice when her roommate enters right as the timer goes off, indicating that the bread she was baking should be ready. As she rises to her feet and pulls the oven door open, Monica turns to smile at the other girl and greets her, "Hi! I hope you didn't need to use the kitchen. I'm almost done though."

Comments

[aphrodisiacs]

Alisha cocks an eyebrow. "Use my phone?" If only Monica had known Alisha back home, she wouldn't need to even ask that question. She'd been attached to it, at first, during community service. No one would see Alisha without it. It was her way of keeping in touch with her 'friends', the ones who didn't really matter, the ones who didn't ask her how everything was going. Over the weeks, she eventually stopped using her phone to communicate with her friends, considering they were always standing right in front of her.

"I use it sometimes, yeah," she shrugs. "I used to be on it all the time. The one I had back home. Now I kind of just use it whenever. Seems like there's a lot of shit going down on that network. Sometimes I just don't want to hear about it, you know?"

[maskmaker]

"Oh, certainly. I feel like there's no getting away with something like this, you know? No matter where in the city you are, as long as you've got this you can talk to anyone, anytime. It sounds very convenient, but at the same time, you're right. Sometimes you don't want to hear about it.

"But -- I hope you keep it on you, at least! You're my roommate; I'd like to be able to make sure you can reach me any time you need me."

[aphrodisiacs]

Alisha can't help but smile. Monica's genuine nature doesn't remind her of anyone she knows in particular. It's not something she's used to being on the receiving end of. "You too, yeah? Never really had a roommate before. Where I'm from, I doubt I'd get one as nice as you." Or one who baked such nice bread, either. She takes another bite, too, as if to emphasise her point.

[maskmaker]

She smiles rather proudly, humming a tune cheerfully.

"That's nice of you to say, Alisha. I've never had a roommate, really, either, just the lady from the bakery. But I'm very glad that you're my roommate here, too! If you need any help, please just tell me, all right?"

[aphrodisiacs]

"Yeah," she says, smiling. "You too, yeah? And if you make more bread, leave me some." She seems a little shy when she pays her the compliment, "You're really good at it."

[maskmaker]

"Oh, thank you, and certainly of course! It's a token of our acquaintance -- I'll leave them in a basket in the kitchen, so you're always free to take them as you wish." She doesn't mind the compliment at all. She likes this girl. A warm, kind person to meet that she never got to run in to back home.

"If there's any sort of bread you'd like, you can tell me and I can try to make it for you too."