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[Guess who is in the kitchens BAKING ALL THE THINGS?

Yeah. Rapunzel. Everyone she knows -- which means basically everyone in the Keep -- is going to get something from her. Some kind of sugared treat specifically catered to each person, with colors and frosting and all of the above.

Once she's finished with her baking and separating, she'll be distributing.]

((ooc: basically a mingle post for Rapunzel and YOU! If you like, run into her while she's baking, roaming the halls delivering, or while she's delivering your treats to your door. If you think she'd be bringing you something, she is. If you don't think she'd be bringing something, too bad. She's bringing it anyway.]

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[The task at hand is something Rapunzel seems emotionally invested in. Shaping each item by hand, she dusts with powdered sugar and sprinkles, creating little works of art out of each pastry. She’s been at it for hours, needing a way to keep her hands busy and her mind clear and baking seems to be a good way to go about this.
 
The voice behind her makes her jump, though, and with a squeak she drops the sugar to the floor, creating a mushroom cloud of confectionary goodness and effectively showering them both with sweetness.]
 
Oh! Tammy! I didn’t – hear you, I’m so sorry…
 
[She scrambles to clean it up, and dust her poor friend off.]
 
Um…probably around four?

[needsnobottle]

[Oh god she's been sugar bombed. Tammy promptly sneezes, though she's savvy enough to direct the tickle into the crook of her elbow rather than bring up the whole issue of cleanliness in the kitchen. Still, she laughs a bit as the sugar starts to settle, making sure she's far from the food before dusting a hand through her short, and now grainy, hair. She keeps smiling to alleviate any of Rapunzel's worries, since this is at least half her own fault, and flicks some sugar off of Rapunzel's brow when she gets close and starts fussing over Tammy's clothes. ]

Sorry, I should have knocked. Or said hi. Especially since you were armed.

[Still smiling. She's teasing Rapunzel, don't worry about it--though man, when she spots the sugary powder now adorning parts of that thick braid, her smile slips a bit. That'll be heck to get clean.]

I'll help clean up to make up for it. You've gotta be tired, having gotten up that early and all.

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[Rapunzel is very tired, but that just means tonight she’ll collapse into bed from sheer exhaustion and not have nightmares. This is becoming a daily thing, really – work work work and clean whatever she can in order to tire herself out.]
 
Oh, it’s fine Tammy – I promise. I was just startled, I didn’t mean to get it all over you. [She’s doing her best to brush it out of Tammy’s shirt, but she’s just smearing it since her hands are also covered. Eventually she just gives up, and sighs as her hands drop.]
 
You don’t have to do that.

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[Tammy catches one of Rapunzel's hands as they drop and gives it a little squeeze, a brief touch meant to reassure the sugar-covered baker.]

It's really not a big deal. It's just sugar, it'll wash out. And I've been told I could stand to have a sweeter disposition.

[She licks a finger free of some of the sugar and smiles.]

Now I'm sweet. So. I'll get the broom--I've made enough messes in here to know where it is.

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[She's relieved with the squeeze -- honestly, had it been someone like her mother? She would have most certainly gotten an earful about her clumsiness and overall lack of poise.

Still, she reaches to mimic Tammy, tracing a finger across Tammy's hand to give it a taste.]

You sure are!

[And -- Okay, Rapunzel giggles a little at it all, and nods.]

All right. You do that, and I'll finish these, get them in the oven, and do the dishes?

[needsnobottle]

[Dang it, Rapunzel, you are definitely not meaning to but that is...well, it'd be pretty distracting but Tammy turns for the closet and gets the broom before her mind tries to take that and run. Dirty mind. Shame on it.

So Tammy talks because that keeps her from focusing on Rapunzel's tongue flicking out to lick sugar from her own fingers. Which had just traced over Tammy's hand.]

I'll help with the dishes, if you like. And totally not just because I'm hoping to earn myself a treat.

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That sounds like a plan to me. And -- you're silly. You'd get a treat regardless.

[And -- she'll hop right on it. Usually, she'd use her hair to assist with all of this, but seeing as it's bound in a braid for convenience sake, she makes do with just the use of her hands and feet.

It's enough, and Rapunzel...sings. The entire time tey're cleaning.]

[needsnobottle]

Really? [The notion that Rapunzel was making a treat for her anyway makes some pleased color rise in her face, just a bit, as she grabs the broom.] Thanks.

[That makes Tammy smile as she sweeps; her mom used to hum as she worked but never full out sang, and Rapunzel's voice is so sweet that at points Tammy pauses just so she can fully appreciate the sound. By the time she finishes sweeping and has put the broom away she's smiling. Grabbing a drying cloth, she sets about drying the dishes that Rapunzel has already washed. She doesn't know the words, but she picks up on the general melody and at times can be heard quietly humming along underneath Rapunzel's voice.]

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[It’s a mindless song she sings while cleaning – helps pass the time, so that she doesn’t get bored or tired of it.
 
With two sets of hands, it’s quick work, and they’re done much faster than if Rapunzel had been doing it by herself.]
 
Thank you so much for helping me out, Tammy. [She’s actually not used to any assistance with chores. At all.]

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It's not a big deal, really. [Similarly, Tammy isn't accustomed to being praised for helping out. It's pretty much just standard, expected behavior back home. She flings the slightly damp towel over her shoulder, the way she's seen her mom do, and takes the time to really look around the kitchen. And realizes what she overlooked earlier.]

You've been busy, huh?

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Very.

[She smiles over at Tammy, then holds her hands up.]

Trying to stay that way...keeps my mind off...things.

[needsnobottle]

Mm, yeah, things. I know what you mean. I get the Furbys to start talking; hard to think through all of those whistles.

[She smiles, hands braced on her hips.]

What were you whipping up before I interrupted you?

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Oh...just a bit of this and that.

[A MILLION pastries, it looks like.]

But specifically...the tarts.

[needsnobottle]

Tarts?

[Tammy looks at the spread, taking in the variety of delicious looking confections, and her stomach lets out an audible growl.]

I've never made those before. Are they complicated?

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Hungry?

[She grins at Tammy, and reaches to hand her one.]

The're not so bad...I could show you, if you like?

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Oh yeah, definitely. To both. [Tammy takes the offered treat and bites into it, humming in delight as the taste explodes over her tongue.]

These are excellent.

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Really? You like it?

[Pleased, she reaches for one herself and takes a big bite.]

..Mmm. Well, they are pretty good...

[needsnobottle]

You're understating that by a lot. [Tammy illustrates this by finishing hers in two more rapid bites, licking her lips and the tips of her fingers with relish.]

I can't even make toast. How'd you learn to do this?

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Am I?

[She grins -- she...likes a little recognition. It's nice, actually.]

Well, I had a lot of free time on my hand,s at home. So -- I baked! A...lot.

[needsnobottle]

Wow, guess practice does make perfect.

[Tammy slowly reaches for another one, glancing at Rapunzel to make sure she's allowed seconds.]

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[Rapunzel giggles, and nudges the plate in Tammy's direction.]

I suppose so! I did get quite a bit of practice, after all.

[needsnobottle]

Kind of like me and dancing. Lots of practice.

[Tammy happily takes another, biting into it and making an unmistakable approving noise.]

If you and Zeke ever get together this kitchen might explode from sheer amazing. as it is my mouth can barely take this.

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What sort of dancing did you say you did again?

[She smiles, and reaches for another herself.]

Zeke? He's the...cook, right? That would be wonderful -- I love to cook, too.

[needsnobottle]

Well, I don't know if he's the cook around here but he's a cook I know. Really nice guy; you two would get along really well, I think.

[Tammy finishes and wipes her fingers clean, telling herself not to be greedy. Conversation will keep her from gorging herself.]

All kinds, really. Ballroom mostly, at least in terms of competitions, but I used to do ballet for a while, and just kind of goof around whenever the mood strikes me.

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[She nods.]

I would love to meet him! [Hey, if Rapunzel can meet a cook and expand her horizons, she'd love it.]

Oh, I love ballet. But -- I don't think I know ballroom...could you teach me?