In the past Michelle took a job to hold up her keep in living expenses, and while she was a bit worried to try something on her own she ultimately ended up delighted that she found something she could do inside the house. Baking a cake? Such a simple job!
And with a nice, large oven, Michelle is able to use a new baking technique allowing her to bake four cakes at once and since the recipe had one of the ingredients smudged out, it was a reasonable (to her) strategy to just make several of different flavors. And so, once the oven is closed, she turns her back to it with her hands raised to her cheeks with a lengthy, blissful sigh.
Ah, her sister will be so proud! She could see it now, just hours from now she'll return to Lucy with 500 sylvs. 'Big sister, here is my part of the rent for you~!' she would say. And Lucy, with a bright smile, would tell her that she's so proud. Then she would lean over and pat her on the head!
"Eheheheh.. EEeee~!" Michelle squeals as she hops from foot to foot, completely oblivious that the oven is glowing red, trembling, and occasionally releasing massive clouds of black, heart-shaped smoke that quickly fill the kitchen.
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All right so.. Michelle has about twenty cakes left over.
While she is a glutton, even she can't eat that many cakes, though the solution does seem simple enough- She could just sell the rest of them, right?
And so the frilly belle stands outside behind a table decorated with a tablecloth of various pinks and reds with some slender vases filled with several lilies each and, most importantly, cakes placed in boxes of various pastel colors. Hopefully no one will mind that each small cake has a slice cut out already.
A proper seller should have a bright smile on her face, but this isn't the case for the frustrated Michelle, who gnaws hard at the kerchief she holds in both hands. Honestly, how could she have overlooked such an obvious problem? Of course these would be too many cakes! And because of her lack of foresight she's become an inconvenience to her housemate. Stupid Michelle. Stupid stupid stupid!
The springs within the table legs tighten under the stress, making the threat of it nearly flipping itself very real! The sudden toaster-like spring would send one, or several, of the cakes toward a passerby. Watch out!
Michelle | Fairy Tail
In the past Michelle took a job to hold up her keep in living expenses, and while she was a bit worried to try something on her own she ultimately ended up delighted that she found something she could do inside the house. Baking a cake? Such a simple job!
And with a nice, large oven, Michelle is able to use a new baking technique allowing her to bake four cakes at once and since the recipe had one of the ingredients smudged out, it was a reasonable (to her) strategy to just make several of different flavors. And so, once the oven is closed, she turns her back to it with her hands raised to her cheeks with a lengthy, blissful sigh.
Ah, her sister will be so proud! She could see it now, just hours from now she'll return to Lucy with 500 sylvs. 'Big sister, here is my part of the rent for you~!' she would say. And Lucy, with a bright smile, would tell her that she's so proud. Then she would lean over and pat her on the head!
"Eheheheh.. EEeee~!" Michelle squeals as she hops from foot to foot, completely oblivious that the oven is glowing red, trembling, and occasionally releasing massive clouds of black, heart-shaped smoke that quickly fill the kitchen.
E
All right so.. Michelle has about twenty cakes left over.
While she is a glutton, even she can't eat that many cakes, though the solution does seem simple enough- She could just sell the rest of them, right?
And so the frilly belle stands outside behind a table decorated with a tablecloth of various pinks and reds with some slender vases filled with several lilies each and, most importantly, cakes placed in boxes of various pastel colors. Hopefully no one will mind that each small cake has a slice cut out already.
A proper seller should have a bright smile on her face, but this isn't the case for the frustrated Michelle, who gnaws hard at the kerchief she holds in both hands. Honestly, how could she have overlooked such an obvious problem? Of course these would be too many cakes! And because of her lack of foresight she's become an inconvenience to her housemate. Stupid Michelle. Stupid stupid stupid!
The springs within the table legs tighten under the stress, making the threat of it nearly flipping itself very real! The sudden toaster-like spring would send one, or several, of the cakes toward a passerby. Watch out!