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Post by meisha on Feb 12, 2012 1:06:49 GMT -5
Meisha glanced up from the food, taking time to soak up the image of the disastrous kitchen. It was covered in powdered sugar, flower, batter, and all types of liquid she wouldn’t be able to name at this point. She was a wreck. Batter stuck to her hair topped with icing, her clothes were dinged with the powders and dripped with the liquid mixture. Not like it mattered much, she had just stuck on some old clothes. It had been a while since she had made a cake. Usually the little human just made cookies or cupcakes, never a cake. The smell of baking cake overcome her taste buds and send them to ultimate heaven. Meisha adored sweet things. She smiled and shook her head at the sight; it would have been hilarious for any onlooker. By now the scent of baking cake had lingered off slightly as it was now cooled and being iced. After she finished with the vanilla ice cream she left it sitting on the middle of the table to finish setting.
She knew she wasn't supposed to be in the kitchen to begin with and could very well get in trouble. She didn't care at this point in time- all she cared about was this sweetness that was filling the room with an amazing aruma.
A small giggle at the sight of the kitchen... If she didn't clean up she would be in so much trouble. Her feet bounced up with her hands pushing on the counter-top. She slide her butt onto the counter to sit for a moment.
Place: The kitchen by the dinning hall
Word Count: 308.
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