[ Aqua enters the dining room--but she doesn't stop. No, instead, she retreats into the kitchen. She'd needed time for herself, needed to think about things. She'd made a promise to Caren, after all.
It still hurts. The Wayfinder's tucked into her pocket, like always, but as she bakes, the shape becomes familiar to anyone she's close to. They're cookies in the familiar star shape, cookies of all different flavors. Aqua's stress baking--again--but, who can really blame her?
Anyway, once she's done, she'll start carrying the baked goods out, setting them with the other items. ]
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It still hurts. The Wayfinder's tucked into her pocket, like always, but as she bakes, the shape becomes familiar to anyone she's close to. They're cookies in the familiar star shape, cookies of all different flavors. Aqua's stress baking--again--but, who can really blame her?
Anyway, once she's done, she'll start carrying the baked goods out, setting them with the other items. ]