Don't be ridiculous. I've done this before, but I've never had to cobble together the ingredients like some Doctor Frankenstein illicitly robbing graves.
[Really, how the hell is a girl supposed to be satisfied with her own work when the resort itself doesn't let you work!? Especially since she's an 8. Just high enough to get special treatment, but not high enough to have a goddamn kitchenette. She feels snubbed. Slighted. As if the House itself had perfectly placed her in such a position to watch her squirm between creature comforts and boredom.
When all the ingredients are properly mixed together in the desirable ratios, she turns the heat down. Slowly cooling the mixture. Eventually she'll turn off the burner entirely and pour the contents of the pot in a little gift jar she found empty and swiped. No one was using it anymore! The gift had been used up! It's fine. She's like a little hoarding corvid grabbing at anything she thinks could be of use and stashing it in her nest (room).]
It'll need time to solidify. Want me to fold you now?
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[Really, how the hell is a girl supposed to be satisfied with her own work when the resort itself doesn't let you work!? Especially since she's an 8. Just high enough to get special treatment, but not high enough to have a goddamn kitchenette. She feels snubbed. Slighted. As if the House itself had perfectly placed her in such a position to watch her squirm between creature comforts and boredom.
When all the ingredients are properly mixed together in the desirable ratios, she turns the heat down. Slowly cooling the mixture. Eventually she'll turn off the burner entirely and pour the contents of the pot in a little gift jar she found empty and swiped. No one was using it anymore! The gift had been used up! It's fine. She's like a little hoarding corvid grabbing at anything she thinks could be of use and stashing it in her nest (room).]
It'll need time to solidify. Want me to fold you now?