It's not an exaggeration to say that the past few months have been rather ... exhausting. So exhausting, in fact, that it feels like the first free evening in ages (which is factually untrue, but irrelevant right now). It's definitely been a long enough time for Fenelle's stash of sweets to have gone entirely empty. Dee could supply demself simply with sugary beverages, but ... for all that hard work in the past weeks, dee would like more of a treat. It also doubles up as stress-baking, really, so it's a win-win situation.

Successfully occupying a part of the kitchen, dee has been busy. It's about making sweets for at least an entire week for dem, after all - the timing needs to be absolutely perfect or der carefully constructed plan would fall apart, resulting in slightly overbaked or underbaked goods. In fact, there's only a brief respite planned in, just to have a window of making sure that everything, really everything, has gone according to plan.

Or, as dee looks up from the packed counters and ovens for the first time in several hours, to notice someone nearby as well. The smell of baked sweet and heated sugar probably has filled a good portion of the Dining Hall, though it also mixes with the smell of late dinner for some few. Some already baked and finished cookies and biscuits and pastries are already laid out on cooling sheets, ready to be put away into the myriads of tupperware also lining the counters.

Owlishly, dee blinks at the other person.

@open trick or treating mission