Mary Winchester | 13 | [Action]

[was_a_hunter]

[Anyone passing by the kitchen will notice either a sickeningly sweet smell or something that will make their mouths water...it all really depends on how you feel about pie. That's right. Pie. Mary had meant to do this after horror month, but Oktoberfest and being weird little monsters put a stop to that. You couldn't exactly cook when you were a foot tall. Everyone deserved something nice though, especially after the hell that they had all been through.

Walking into the kitchen, the source of the scent is apparent soon enough. There are already a few pies set on the counter of various flavors. It looked like she'd been cooking for a few hours and she likely had. It was all worth it though.

Hearing a soft ding, she grabbed a set of mitts and pulled a fresh apple pie from the hot oven.]

...I can't believe how much I missed this...

[Cooking breakfast was one thing...but there was just something about baking that relaxed her.]

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[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Tris's nose would pick out this smell anywhere. She might possibly be lurking in the kitchen in one of her more plain dresses, sleeves rolled up and pinned back, hair covered.] If you're going to be baking that much dessert, shouldn't there be some sort of dinner involved? [Which Tris is totally going to start working on.

Doing housework does kind of settle her nerves, and that includes cooking.]

You wouldn't mind if I started cooking, would you?

[was_a_hunter]

After October, I'd be more than willing to give someone pie in place of a meal. They survived, they deserve something nice after all of that hell.

[Granted, it was a bit after October, but it was the thought that counted.

Smiling over at the girl, she shook her head in response to her question. Not at all, it would actually be nice to have someone to cook with for once. [Usually she was stuck in here alone or with just someone to talk with. It would be odd, but not unwelcome, to be cooking with someone.]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Tris is pondering how to phrase this.] I don't precisely do well with more than one cook in the kitchen. I think I scared off the last one Daja hired, actually... [Yeah, yeah she did.] I wouldn't mind company, but--

[That is the sound of a box going thud, and Tris knows exactly who to blame.] Chime! Get out of there or else. [Cue a glass dragon, about the size of a housecat, flying over to Tris with a small bottle of brightly-colored sugar crystals held in her front feet. Tris is just... going to facepalm as Chime lands on her shoulder, and take the bottle with her free hand.]

[deeplymeaningless]

[It seemed like everyone was terribly active in the kitchen lately. It was almost sad as it was Ryuutaro's favourite place inside and he liked his peace in there.
Even though he loved all attention he could get, sometimes it was just better to be alone.

Still, he needed something to drink right now, so he had to get in there for making tea]

Those look lovely.

[Not that he meant it overly much, but he couldn't just walk in and say nothing, that would've been odd]

[was_a_hunter]

[Oh hey, she remembers you. It was from the feed during that horrible week, but she does remember. And remembers who you're dating.]

Thank you.

[Setting the pie aside, it's a moment before she has to ask, her worry for the silver haired boy not having subsided since she'd found him in the halls.

Not turning to him, her tone is conversational; completely hiding just how concerned she was about the boys well being.]

...How is Gokudera?

[deeplymeaningless]

[Huh? Ryuutaro blinks, he didn't quite expect her to ask about Hayato, especially as she was a stranger to him. But not to Hayato then, it seemed. His usual smile returned]

He's doing better lately.

[Which does not mean good. Neither of them was really doing good, but things were getting back into a normal rhythm slowly]

How do you know him?

/tags you with ALL THE PEOPLE - Black Jack'll be next :3

[meanvrsnofellis.livejournal.com]

[Hey Mary - have a grimey, dirt covered Manor-newbie, who probably hasn't had pie since ever. His crossbow now slung around his back, Daryl has to admit the smells coming from the kitchen he was in earlier are more than tempting. He steps in quietly, though he suddenly feels a little awkward, like he's trespassing]

\o/

[was_a_hunter]

[Hearing someone come in, she waits for them to say something; anything to tell her who it is. Not hearing anything, she turns to see who it is, fully expecting to see a hostile Gokudera behind her...she didn't expect such a dirty stranger though.

Raising a brow, she just stares for a moment before offering a small smile to help relax him.]

Haven't found the shower yet?

[It was a purely joking tone.]

[meanvrsnofellis.livejournal.com]

[He scowls at her, but it's more like a kid who just got teased]

I still don't know where the hell I am - I ain't gonna take time out t'shower until I know this ain't some kinda bad trip or somethin'

[But the piieee...No Daryl, self control - you've lived this long eating squirrels over a campfire.. I<<< ]

:Dd

[scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com]

[Hi honey I'm home]

[A wild Black Jack appeared!]

Moved on from breakfast to baking I see

[Le smile]

Eeee~ Baby~

[was_a_hunter]

[How was work dear~?]

[Setting the pie on the counter, she glanced back with a grin.]

After last month everyone deserves something sweet.

...Pie makes everything better. Wouldn't you agree?

Is that a new icon I see :DD

[scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com]

[Oh just splendid - only 3 more orphanages to carpet with asbestos before I get my next raise!]

Well that depends entirely on the type of pie, and how well life's going at the present.

As it stands? I'll take it over being turned into some strange animal

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[AND HE CAN EAT IT THIS TIME 8D

As if by magic, the smell of pie has Dean wandering through the door.]

You and me both. [Just grinning]

[was_a_hunter]

[Grinning at the familiar voice, she knew it would just be a matter of time before he found the kitchen.]

Now I know you don't want pie.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

Damn right I want pie. What's on the menu?

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Gokudera absentmindedly shuffled into the kitchen. He wasn't really hungry, but he had lost a lot of weight, and he knew Ryuutaro was starting to get uppity about it. He was right though... Hayato wasn't exactly the most thickly built person on the best of days.

And then... that woman. While the day he woke up after being dead was mostly a hazy blur, he remembered Mary. He remembered being scared. He remembered telling her... about...

Oh god he was going to need a cigarette to deal with this.

which is why he's awkwardly digging through his pockets for his cigarettes, then fumbling with his lighter to light it up.

and oh, sweet, sweet, sweet nicotine...]

[was_a_hunter]

[Looking back, her smile faded slightly. Putting the pie aside to cool, she grabbed a rag to wipe her hands off. she bristled slightly as he lit a cigarette, but she didn't say anything. She'd give him this one...]

You look like you're feeling better.

[Getting a plate out of the sink, she set it on the table.]

Put your ashes in there. It's bad enough that you're smoking, I don't want your ashes everywhere.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[He stares at it for a moment, then resigns to taking a seat by the plate. He didn't really feel like arguing at the moment. At her statement he just shrugs]

I'm alive.

[that was about as much as he could say on the matter. He kept pushing himself to try and get back into a normal routine... like the way he was before... but... it was exhausting and he could only keep it up for so long before he would retreat to the safety of Ryuutaro's room to just sleep the rest of the day.

And of course the cigarette thing...]

I ain't goin' to quit.

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

*He hadn't intended to drift towards the kitchen, he'd eaten a decent lunch, but that smell was so inviting that eventually the man packs up his work and carries it with him as he ventures to see who was cooking.

Charles stretched out his power while he walked. Mary. He hadn't talked to her yet, he doesn't think, too much had gone on, but it felt like she'd been here quite awhile. Friendly.

Satisfied with that, he leans into the kitchen curiously*

Is that peach I smell?

[was_a_hunter]

[Mary was humming softly to herself as she checked her pies. So far, she'd only had to toss one because it overcooked...or rather it burned; but all the others seemed to be good.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she smiled softly to the newcomer. She didn't recognize him, but everyone was welcome here.]

It is indeed~.

You can come in, I promise I don't bite.

[psychic-labrat.livejournal.com]

Groovy.

*he places his books on the table and proceeds to make a pot of coffee, a thoughtful look on his face. She looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he'd seen her.*

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

*Bela hadn't spent a lot of time in her room after the pokemon incident. Just enough to get sleep before she was off investigating the manor again. Somehow she just kept missing her roommate. Which was unfortunate, because that last name was worth looking into.

She pokes into the kitchen eventually to see if this place had any real tea worth making, and smiles in greeting at Mary*

Afternoon.

*and poking about cabinets. She's clearly unfamiliar with where everything is*

[was_a_hunter]

[Mary had been having the same problem. She'd only been in her room a few times since the Pokemon plot, but the extra bed always just seemed to be empty. She couldn't wait forever for her roommate though; she had other things to do than sit in her room all day.

Grinning at the woman, she knew this one was new. She hadn't heard an accent quite like that around here...but she had to say she liked it.]

Good afternoon.

...Can I help you find something?

[If it was in the kitchen, she'd probably know where it was. Heavens knew she spent enough time in here.]

[livedinatower.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, I kind of just came in here without checking.

[was_a_hunter]

[All. That. Hair.

Seriously, that's her only thought for a long moment.]

That's...it's okay...I... [Didn't realize your hair was that long on feeds? Smiling after a moment, she runs a hand through her hair.] I'm sorry. Are you hungry?