Yes. And the last time I was drunk, I— it’s none of your concern.
You went from me owing you the help to trying to guilt me into helping you. You’re not very good at persuasion, Gwen. I’d have helped if you had just asked politely in the beginning.
Why would I help you. And even of I wanted to, the question then becomes ‘how could I’. Either way is not happening.
You chose to eat them. I take no responsibility for the consequences. You know I’m no good at cooking, so you knew the risk.
Not to mention you were unnecessarily rude. Hurt my poor little feelings. [Very clearly sarcastic, makes an effort to mock her with a half-assed pout]
Immensely, most of the time.
I enjoy the result of it, rather than the action of doing it. I think it’s important to educate the new generations- even if they are a bunch of spoiled brats.
Nope.
you’re not getting shit from me.
Cooking just isn’t really my thing. Never been very good at it.
Good luck with the book.
No, I haven’t. It might be in the library, but I don’t tend to lurk in the culinary department.
Maybe one of the kids ‘borrowed’ it?
I thought you didn’t want any of my cakes.
I never said I was going to eat them. But you’ll just put them to waste so I might as well be the one giving them out.
Kay. Theyre sizeable cakes… Need help?