<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/3b8fec26c8b88c515dcc25857e5fa966.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Amelia 'Mimi' Whately<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH303-1890<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Saturday, September 5th | Dinner time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pantry -> Kitchen<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open | Prudence, Tilly, Serendipity<br/><hr/><br/>Mimi had been planning before dinner that she'd find her way to the pantry and investigate: hands on, smelling up the individual components of the larder stock with the same mindfulness as one would have for alchemy ingredients. She probably should have thought of also planning to talk to people at some point in between the A and B of her genius plan, so she wouldn't have randomly vanished at the tail end of dinner leaving the over-table conversations she'd been involved in cold as a case. Too late for hindsight, but never too early to plan out how tomorrow's dinner would go. How long she'd stick around, who specifically she'd try to talk to... Anyways! She was having a productive time of it, surveying the ingredients available to Gamma Rho Lambda, keenly leery of that off-handed warning the house mistress had given them. They'd all be making dinner at some point. Mimi didn't mind cooking, for sure, but she had to know<em>exactly</em>what she had and<em>exactly</em>what she'd make from<em>exactly</em>what she had, or she'd be the one boiling on a stove, at an<em>exact</em>temperature, the day her fate caught up with her.<br/><br/>They'd all the raw ingredients for a multitude of cuisines. And for a number of withering, disease-type potions, if Mimi remembered her obscure alchemical trivia correctly. She was making a footnote on the five spice and the unopened bags of miso. She'd tried making her own hoisin before in a fit of idle homemaking, she could recall. But making it once wasn't nearly good enough for something that had to be served to actual mouths! She'd set aside days to practice her ambitions, such that she wouldn't let anyone down for reasons of not being prepared. Mistakes were acceptable, laziness was not!<br/><br/>But yeah she was kind of overdoing it as usual. Enough with the inventory making- she wasn't a damn RPG heroine- now to rejoin the world on the other side of this door.<br/><br/>It had sounded like people were cleaning up and indeed they were- the house mistress Prudence, her trollish imp, and a sorority sister with a shade of... peach? Girl with peach or coral hair, all three busy at battle stations. Yes, Mimi had already determined to herself that she'd help out, and she started to do just that without making herself particularly known initially, as she started to wipe down the counters where bits of sausage-<em>not spicy enough</em>, unlike how they'd been advertised- had been left to mulch after falling off their cutting boards, so on.<br/><br/>"Ooh. I like the way you think." Her name was Serendipity, right? Went by Sera, she/her pronouns, as Mimi actively tried to recall the introductions. "I remember seeing someone else blowing bubbles before too, one of the other GRLs." Mimi wanted to do the bubble thing herself, but she wasn't prepared to try actually magicking things into being? She'd probably drown the house in suds or something. She smiled friendly like, and kept her hands occupied with wet rag and work. Work work, always work. Girl moved fast, and left countertops shiny as the day they'd first been made with her self-conscious trying hard.<br/><br/>"The surface tension on those looks perfect- how did you do it?"