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[ledbythewind]

[Richard is up early this morning, out and about before most of the rest of the household is even awake. He's not about to let his odd sensitivity to any sort of wind stop him from getting things done-- instead, he simply bundles himself up until he looks more like a walking pile of coats and scarves than anything else before making his way in to the center of town for a shopping trip. Of course, the downside of said bundle of outer layers is that it's a bit hard for him to see, meaning that he might occasionally stumble into people or objects before he even realizes it...

His first stop is the grocery store, where he can be found consulting a list and selecting ingredients. Okay, maybe making a black forest cake is a bit ambitious on his end, but he wants to give it a shot anyway. It SOUNDS delicious, if nothing else.

Then he heads to the item store to grab a few more things, even though he'd already picked out his main present some time ago. Perhaps a new toy for Tiger Festival as well...

Of course, then he realizes that his recipe calls for cherry liqueur, which requires a stop by Good Spirits to pick some of that up.

Finally, he heads back home to House 28, where housemates will find him in the kitchen baking something that smells very delicious and very chocolatey. The end result may be a little lopsided and the frosting job definitely leaves something to be desired (maybe he should've whipped that whipped cream a bit more, it seems a little runny), but at least it smells good?]

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[untrueheart]

[Bundled up in a coat, hat, and scarf, Rue stands at the end of one aisle in the grocery store, squinting at the text on some packages. She'd be inconspicuous against a backdrop of ordinary if not for the very un-ladylike sneeze she lets out; the backstep she takes to brace herself ends up unbalancing a display set-up of fresh fruit, and they drop to the floor and roll aimlessly.

Agh. Ugh. This whole thing is awful and she feels awful and could she just start today over, please, it's cold and she's tired- and not noticing Richard just a few feet away. Being assaulted by runaway lemons.]

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[musubi]

[Peeering into the kitchen. Don't think for a moment that Isamu's forgotten what day it is. He's being extra cautious because of it - and Isamu that's not the proper way to respond to your birthday.

He sticks his head around the door frame, eventually moving to stand in it.]

What's cookin', your lordship?

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[drawnbythesword]

[Asbel's certainly not used to delicious smells coming from the kitchen anymore. Not since Cheria left Luceti, at least... So needless to say, that delicious chocolatey smell is definitely catching Asbel's attention.]

Mmmm... Is this your doing, Richard?

[godbent]

[ Haruhi's stranded in the Item Store, looking for a new pair of mittens when she really should be looking in All Passions. Her coat doesn't have outside pockets... and. Well okay it's a long story. But more important, she sees Richard and- ! ]

Hey, you! Richard!

[ Hurries over to him ]

[wipesfaith]

[Trips to the grocery store take Jean longer than they really should, because he ends up getting sidetracked by the unfamiliar array of oddities that are supposedly food. He's been examining this box for the past minute, trying to figure out what the hell a "fruit gusher" is, if not some kind of wax.

Giving up, and finding the box's claims of edibility to be dubious at best, he shoves it back onto the shelf and continues down the aisle...only to have his eye snagged by another box labeled "Froot Loops."]

...Who the hell wants to eat something that ain't even spelled right? [He mutters this to himself, but he's not generally known for having a quiet voice.]

Good Spirits

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Nightmares. Lots of nightmares. Or if not lots, then one, one that carved a little bit of him away with each repetition. His throat was still sore from the screaming the night before, and he hated to admit, but he was considering the Bones route for dealing with this particular problem. He was sure the man would protest, but...

Well, a little night cap never hurt anyone, right? Or a big one.

Even so, he was looking quite intently at the alcohols on offer, a man with a serious decision in front of him perhaps. But in front of him was a bubbling, fizzy drink of a clear nature. For now, he was sticking to Bones' rules at least. ]</sub>

Crap, I don't really know any of these...