[ shh... I can't have any real characters but I still want to play. The door cracks open and somebody's head pokes through— only halfway, so that he can quickly withdraw and retreat if whatever's going on inside seems like too much trouble to get involved with. The singing and dancing? It's close. There's like... the normal cooking club trying to do their normal cooking club things, and then there's this corner of pink.
Against his better judgement, the boy steps the rest of the way through the door, and makes sure he keeps on the other side of the counter from where Stephanie is so he can peer at the journal to see what, presumably a recipe, is written there. ]
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Against his better judgement, the boy steps the rest of the way through the door, and makes sure he keeps on the other side of the counter from where Stephanie is so he can peer at the journal to see what, presumably a recipe, is written there. ]