[Yang laughs at that, rinsing out the last bowl and putting it away.]
Nice guess, sis. [She glances over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow, amusement written all over her features.] But I had no idea your houseplant's a November baby.
[Some timer dings nearby and Yang heads over to the oven, opening it up and releasing a fresh wave of warm-baked cookie scent. One of the upsides to having one arm that's not technically real is she doesn't have to bother with an oven mitt as she grabs the cookie tray out of the oven and puts it down on the stove-top.
She inhales deeply and sighs out in satisfaction.]
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Nice guess, sis. [She glances over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow, amusement written all over her features.] But I had no idea your houseplant's a November baby.
[Some timer dings nearby and Yang heads over to the oven, opening it up and releasing a fresh wave of warm-baked cookie scent. One of the upsides to having one arm that's not technically real is she doesn't have to bother with an oven mitt as she grabs the cookie tray out of the oven and puts it down on the stove-top.
She inhales deeply and sighs out in satisfaction.]
These came out pretty good.
[Been awhile since she baked cookies.]