Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27181220-20150824012706/@comment-27181220-20150825144514

DatAsymptote wrote: When he heard that there was going to be a bake sale, Avian volunteered to bake instantly. Life had been too stressful to handle, to the point where he ended up summoning a demon out of desperation. His destiny as the next Marlinchen was threatened beyond repair, and what was the best way to try to fix that other than doing the most iconic Marlinchen thing – baking pies?

Up from 5AM, Avian had been baking pies. Apple pies, mainly, though other fruit pies like banana cream and Banoffee. Just half a dozen, not much. Okay, maybe a dozen. Actually, make that a couple dozen. Avian Juniper was stressed, and he was stress-baking.

How on earth was he supposed to get 24 pies down to the bake sale? "This is ridiculous, Juniper," he muttered to himself. "You're ridiculous. I'm surprised you haven't been laughed out of... well, everywhere."

Deciding to send the others a Pagebook message to know about the hold up, Avian posted in the group chat:

' ((Sorry! Did not see this! D:))'

Annabelle peered at her MirrorPhone to see the group message. "I'll be right back," she said. "I'm going to help Avian with his pies."

She grabbed eight pie boxes, big enough to hold three pies in each, and set off for the Cooking Class-ic room.