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[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."

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[aphrodisiacs]

Alisha's completely bored. There's only so much she can do on the network until it becomes repetitive and boring, and while speaking to people hasn't exactly endangered her, her eyes are going square just looking at the communicator. Sometimes, she forgets, that there's a real world out there that exists beyond that active communication device.

It's why she ventures out into the flat and into the kitchen. She needs a drink. Maybe a snack. She honestly doesn't know. She doesn't like that this flat is smaller, with a ceiling that isn't made up of a panel of lights, and with no elevator parked in the very middle of it. The space of Simon's self-proclaimed Batcave had always felt like too much for Alisha, but now she misses how easily she could move within it.

She honestly hadn't been expecting to see anyone in the kitchen. Her timing has always been good - or rat shit, if it's looked at in another way - when it comes to bumping into them. The timing makes her pause in her steps, halting immediately as if caught red handed. "Heya," she says, a little awkwardly. "I just wanted to get a drink."

Taking another step or two into the kitchen, her brows pinch together slightly. "What are you making?"