23 blueprints -- dictated/action

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[There's a soft, deep humming of I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas coming from the kitchen, coupled with a delicious aroma of gingerbread cookies. Inside, Ted, appropriately dressed in an apron and with some kitchen gloves, takes out a tray full of misshapen cookies. Undeterred by their unfortunate looks, he continues to hum as he places it on some hot pads, then turns around and takes out another two trays, one at a time.

He takes off his gloves and deeply inhales the scent, giving a refreshed and satisfied sigh. Give him a few more moments, and he'll have a plate full of cookies in his hands as he steps into the lobby. Actually, he has the plate in one hand and a half-eaten cookie in the other.]

Anyone want some gingerbread cookies? I swear, they taste so much better than they look.


((I think you know what this means! KISS TIME C: Planned/Unplanned welcome ofc.))23

Comments

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[....give him a couple moments....]

.. huh?

[SORRY DEL HE DOESN'T... speak Del, hahahaha]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs.]

They are a memory.

[And her hand reaches out to take a cookie.]

son of a gun sorry I didn't flag this T^T

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

What's a memory?

[teach him your ways]

<3

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[What memory, you silly man, you speak of confusing things.]

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Ted.. briefly wonders if she's even aware of the words coming out of her own mouth.]

Uh.

[He picks up a cookie.]

Cookie?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Only about half the time.

She takes the cookie, pleased]

Thank you~

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[A grin.]

Merry Christmas.

[It's ten days till Christmas but whatever. He's just gonna be drinkin' himself some eggnog, here.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Merry holiday

[She hums agreement, and takes a pleased bite of cookie]