<strong>Name</strong>: Zoey “Zo” Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13794937#msg13794937)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March, around midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2c/d6/b2/2cd6b2a97f62bbfce3fb24627a41544e.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitchen people<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Cookies! And infatuation, but mostly cookies.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Alexis-ren-2.jpg)</div>“As far as I know I don’t sleep eat,” Zoey said after thinking about it for a bit.  She had the metabolism of a hummingbird and kind of ate like one.  She didn’t often eat a lot, but she was perpetually snacking.  Of course it was going to be Princess Bride.  Zoe should have known before even asking.  She had lost track of the number of times they had watched it together going back to when Prudence was a freshman in high school and Zoey had been a junior.<br/><br/>“As you wish, my Buttercup” she said with a smile.  Buttercup.  Zoey liked it. It fit.  “I’d say you are doing pretty good yes.” Zoey agreed, a warm little feeling filling her at Prudence’s little wink.  Zoey hadn’t even considered that Prudence might not be listening when she got up and continued to prattle on as she could when enjoying pleasant company like Prue or her sister.<br/><br/>“Oh you wanted complex? Well let me see,” she said leaning over the island as Prue was pulling the cookies out of the over and breathing in deeply the sent of freshly cooked dough and melty chocolate.  They really were her favorite kind of cookies.  “How about Lobster Thermador with French green beans and a nice risotto?  Maybe a chocolate soufflé for dessert? That sounds yummy too.”<br/><br/>Zoey was contemplating the need for milk at the very moment Prudence set a couple of glasses in front of them and pulled the jug from the refrigerator.  She gave a contended sigh and had Prue been looked she would have noted a wistful look on Zoey’s face.  Prue knew her so well. The cookies begin to pile up on the plate between them and it took everything in Zoey not to take one immediately.  Seriously Zoey’s self-control was totally on point tonight.  Even while Prue carried a plate out to her sisters and the cute boys they had brought home she refrained from stealing one of the tantalizingly warm yummies.<br/><br/>Once Prudence returned she would find Zo examining the plate as if trying to decide which cookie was the perfect one for her.  She looked up as Prue sat and gave her a pretty smile.  She was totally awake now.  It must have been the smell of the cookies that finally roused her.  Yeah that was it.  When Prue grabbed a cookie for herself Zoey’s eyes narrowed.  That had been one she was thinking about.  Still it made her choice that much easier and she picked one up and took a bite.<br/><br/>“Ohhh, mahhhh, gawwwd.  Soooo good.”  She said her eyes rolling up as the warm cookie melted in her mouth and a tiny string of chocolate remained on her lower lip.  She covered her mouth with a fine boned hand so Prue wouldn’t see cookie while she talked.  The messy haired blonde’s brow furrowed a little at Prue’s admission.  She seemed to be carrying a weight that she just shouldn’t have.  Not now.  That was for old people and they weren’t even adulting yet.<br/><br/>“Well the it’s a good think I’m here.  Cause you and I are going to have a girls’ night.  I am thinking we go to a spa first, then we can go shopping for a cute new dress for the club we are going to hit.  Don’t worry I can totally sneak you drinks.  Dancing, fun and no worries what so ever.  How does that sound?” Zoey offered.  The more she talked the more excited about the idea she became.  It would be awesome.<br/>