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[ Kairi, in the DR's kitchen, is just cleaning up after a crayon-y mess one of the younger kids left on the table. Most of the kitchen itself is spotless, even if Kairi looks like a complete mess--hair in a high, messy ponytail, in a pastel-green sweatshirt and jeans that look like paint has splattered all over them--she's barefoot, to boot. She wipes her forehead and huffs out, content to see the place is all clean. ]
I wonder how many kitchens there are here...
[ ding! she's distracted by the cookies in the oven. mmm. that scent must be spreading all over the place. fresh cookies and a clean kitchen--what more can you want? putting them out to cool, she wonders again, aloud: ]
I guess it'd be greedy if I kept all of these to myself.
[ ooc: what. you don't know who i am. who am i. you don't know. /runs off and hides. ]
I wonder how many kitchens there are here...
[ ding! she's distracted by the cookies in the oven. mmm. that scent must be spreading all over the place. fresh cookies and a clean kitchen--what more can you want? putting them out to cool, she wonders again, aloud: ]
I guess it'd be greedy if I kept all of these to myself.
[ ooc: what. you don't know who i am. who am i. you don't know. /runs off and hides. ]