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[mypartnerintime]

[The video opens up to Max standing in the kitchen, smiling halfheartedly at the camera. A small streak of flour stains her hoodie's shoulder.

Yup, it seems like Max has hit a not-so-uncommon phase among residents: baking.]

So, uh, I made a cake.

[She pans the camera around to said cake. Is it the first attempt she's made? You bet it isn't! Is it nice and moist inside? No way! Did she give up on decorating it, smear chocolate frosting all over it to cover up her mistakes, and bombard it with star-sprinkles as a distraction? She sure did!!]

This is a little beyond my stomach capacity, so... if anyone wants any, you can come nom on it here.

[She pokes it with a fork, because that's what you do to cakes, right? Especially when they're the suspicious sort.]

I just can't promise that it's actually chow-downable.

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[mypartnerintime]

[She huffs out a small laugh at that. Sort of dark humor. She shouldn't find it amusing, and she doesn't, really... more like it's weird.]

Congrats.

[She tries not to sound too sad about her own situation.]

So what're you planning to do with this newfound... uh, good-day-ness?

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[postictal]

Don't really know. The possibilities are endless. I could go for a walk. Could even do something for once. Wild, right?

[It almost sounds like a laugh, the skeptical huff of air that follows as he exhales another long stream of smoke and promptly takes another drag.]

Things going...well, I don't wanna say "better." But maybe less shitty? For you, I mean?