Cara's Apartment, Tuesday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

The thing about not being able to cook bake worth a damn, was that when you got a craving for the nutcakes your girlfriend liked and there weren't any left, you had to go out and buy them. Naturally, there'd also been a sudden glut of customers, so she'd had to wait even longer, since she wasn't allowed to scare them off if she wanted to actually get served.

Still, she'd gotten what she'd gone out for, and now Cara was triumphantly closing the apartment door behind her, content in the knowledge she likely wouldn't have to deal with any more idiots in the near future.

[For she who knows who she is]

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[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Nothing, because the only people who do it can be real witches?" Surreal offered sweetly. And yes, showing her teeth. "You really should work on your security, you know."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Then I guess I'll have to figure out something appropriate to do with you." The only reason Cara was trying to nip at Surreal's lower lip was to show she had teeth too. Only reason. "Why? Bored of that lock already?"

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"A ten-year-old could pick those locks," Surreal said, biting back. "It's no wonder you have problems with witch-girls eating your food."

Lily was probably objecting somewhere that she was older than ten. Surreal did not care.

"You should thank me, sugar. For improving your security and helping to clean your icebox."

[wrongkindofsith]

Lily would point out that she climbed via in the balcony but as far as Cara was concerned she was traumatising and impossible so she didn't get a say.

"Thank you?" Cara finally let go of the waffle so she could tangle the now free hand in Surreal's hair. To teach her a lesson about biting. Yes. That. "And how would I go about doing thanking you?"

She would not be shocked if Surreal's response involved ordering pizza, given how she kept bringing up its lack.