“Coffee or tea?” Ellie asks, standing there in her cute little ‘kiss the cook’ apron. The white cotton is laced with baby pink bows, words sewed on messily by hand.

She’s lightly dusted with flour and powdered sugar, likely from the brownies she’s been working on for a party you were supposed to go to later on. You, and your friends, told her she didn’t have to.

But one her mind is set on something, she’s going to do it.

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It’s been a while since you’ve seen her, having been in the kitchen for maybe about one or two hours. So, she’d thought she’d come checkup on you. Bring you a snack, maybe.

“We have decaf, regular— oh, oh! And, I did buy those Rosemary leaves you like so much. They were buy one get one free at the farmers market, today!”