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[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

[Baking brownies for the party tonight.]

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[prydeoftheparty.livejournal.com]

can I help?

[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

[He's carefully mixing the pot in the batter.] Sure. Cook the bacon for me?

I am on a THREADJACKING RAMPAGE! Muahahahaha!

[bluenbeautiful.livejournal.com]

Of course! I'm not very good at baking, so... I'm mostly here to just hand Sean things. [Raven shrugs, looking helplessly at Kitty.]

[howmagnetswrk.livejournal.com]

This is what's going to bring the party together, dude.

THREADJACK!

[bluenbeautiful.livejournal.com]

[Might be rolling her eyes at Erik a little.]

So... now what? [She's staring at the empty pan in her hands rather blankly. Don't ever ask Raven to cook alone.]

[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

Someone should cook the bacon.

[Obviously Sean is mixing the pot, chocolate, and caramel in the batter.]

[notmarieanymore.livejournal.com]

Want me to take care of the bacon?

[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Go ahead. [He's mixing the batter. It has weed in it and everything else.]

[notmarieanymore.livejournal.com]

I've been told I can cook bacon like a boss. [She heats up a frying pan] Crispy, extra crispy, or not-so-cripsy?

[bluenbeautiful.livejournal.com]

[She'll just sit on the counter with a pan in her hands, a smile on her face, and watch while he does most of the work.]

[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

[Sean is actually pretty good at cooking food. (It's way more epic when he's high, but that's a different story. Sorta.) He carefully mixes the weed into the batter, until he notices that she's holding the frying pan.]

Hey Raven, do you know how to cook the bacon?

[wasalwayshope.livejournal.com]

Who's doing a dance of glee at the prospect of the MOST AWESOME BROWNIES EVER?

This girl. Totally.

[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

Awesome! [Sean mixes the batter and weed together with the chocolate and caramel.]

[prydeoftheparty.livejournal.com]

can I help?

[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

[He's carefully mixing the pot in the batter.] Sure. Cook the bacon for me?

[howmagnetswrk.livejournal.com]

This is what's going to bring the party together, dude.

THREADJACK!

[bluenbeautiful.livejournal.com]

[Might be rolling her eyes at Erik a little.]

So... now what? [She's staring at the empty pan in her hands rather blankly. Don't ever ask Raven to cook alone.]

[notmarieanymore.livejournal.com]

Want me to take care of the bacon?

[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Go ahead. [He's mixing the batter. It has weed in it and everything else.]

[bluenbeautiful.livejournal.com]

[She'll just sit on the counter with a pan in her hands, a smile on her face, and watch while he does most of the work.]

[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

[Sean is actually pretty good at cooking food. (It's way more epic when he's high, but that's a different story. Sorta.) He carefully mixes the weed into the batter, until he notices that she's holding the frying pan.]

Hey Raven, do you know how to cook the bacon?

[wasalwayshope.livejournal.com]

Who's doing a dance of glee at the prospect of the MOST AWESOME BROWNIES EVER?

This girl. Totally.

[papasmurfmcdnld.livejournal.com]

Awesome! [Sean mixes the batter and weed together with the chocolate and caramel.]