<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>Was that a blush?  Zoey happily noted that as progress, though she kept that mostly to herself other than a self-satisfied smile when Prudence left the room.  “Totally. Cookies are the best,” she agreed as Prue sat down to join her again at the island with their very own pile of cookies stacked in front of them.<br/><br/>“Dude I would so make out with this cookie if I could.  It’s like sexual good.” Zoey said savoring the melty goodness as she ate.  When food was good Zoey took her time to enjoy it.  A yummy meal usually had her finishing last and annoying the crap out of her mother who was always the first to finish and wanting to rush off to the next thing she had planned.<br/><br/>When Zo laid out Operation: B.A.D. (Buttercup Appreciation Day), she gave a wide grin closed mouth smile, not wanting Prudence to see a mouthful of chocolate and cookie mush cover teeth.  Yeeeeesshh, this was going to be amazzzzzing.  Prudence had always been up for a little adventure, so dangling a day of fun if front of her was almost assured to grab her attention.  Tempest might have turned Zoey down, being a little more responsible (Booo), but Prudence still had that streak of youthful freedom in her (Yay). Once she shallowed enough not to look like some crazed hobo she took a sip of her milk and washed the rest down.<br/><br/>“Excellent.” Zoey said rubbing her hands together a little like Mr. Burns.  “This is going to be so much fun!”  While Zoe’s mother had effectively cut her off from the family money until she turned 21, she still had her father wrapped around her little finger (so she thought) and he would foot a little extra spending money for her to have a good time, the big softy.<br/><br/>“No, not tonight Buttercup.  It’s too late.  No spa’s open right now unless it has the words massage parlor in it and the clubs close in a couple hours.  We can do it next weekend.  I heard about a new place downtown.  We can go check it out after we have the day to make ourselves look beautiful.  Not that you need it of course.” She offered like it wasn’t even worth mentioning.  Zoey picked up another cookie and took a bite.  Her eyes literally rolled up and she gave a long sigh.  She was really trying not to go all orgasmic like again, but the cookies were reeeeeeally good.<br/><br/>“So what was that whitelighter thing Sammie was talking about?  That kind of like the Candle Lighter’s or somethin’?”  Often times it surprised people how much Zoey could take in around her.  She may not look or even try to pay attention, but things always seem to filter through to her brain eventually.  “I mean everyone kind of got all twitchy and stuff or were we not expecting your sisters to have a booty call on their birthday?”<br/><br/><br/>