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Who: Kaitlyn and Tristan White
What: Kaity's being domestic
Where: Their bungalow
When: Friday afternoon, around 3ish
Why: Because Kris' laptop took a long walk off a short pier and she has no AIM access so this is the next best thing
Prompt: Uh, TBD

Kaity had put the twins down for a nap and was feeling a little bit restless, a little bit antsy. She had cleaned up the house a little but it hadn't helped very much. She'd pestered Tristan for a bit, asking him if there was anything he could get her, anything she could do for him and that had kept her occupied for a while. However, she was back to feeling restless, so she'd had the bright idea to try to make some cookies. She and Gage had gotten into a discussion about random things that made them happy when she'd run into him at the grocery store, and he'd informed her that baking cookies was one of the most relaxing things he'd ever done.

So she had opting to give it a shot. She still couldn't explain it, but she'd managed to get flour over almost every surface in the little area of the kitchen in which she was working -- around the stove, all over one side of the island counter and even all over her. Her first batch of cookies were almost out of the oven and she was very excited. They were heart-shaped sugar cookies -- the recipe was borrowed from Gage -- but there was one very important ingredient that she'd forgotten to put into the cookies -- sugar.

The timer dinged, signalling the cookies were done, and Kaity squealed a little in excitement, putting on her oven mitts and pulling the first tray out of the oven.