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[sunbaked_baker]

Nightmares had driven Sunshine from her bed at a ridiculous hour, last night, even earlier than the obscene 3:45am that is her normal time to get up, get ready, and get to the coffee-shop to start the morning's baking.

In an effort to find some semblance of normalcy, she had retreated to the kitchen. All except a bare few of night-shift kitchen rats were still asleep. Keeping as quiet as possible, she had measured and mixed, beaten and baked the rest of the night and into the next day, making sure to wash her own dishes as she went, and staying out of the way of the kitchen rats as the kitchen got busier.

She emerges some time in the afternoon, carefully carrying a tray of baked goods over towards a table near the fireplace. The tray sports half a dozen large, moist cinnamon rolls, a mound of various muffins, various decadent desserts of different types, and one oval, individual-serving-size pudding dish with high sides, showing the light and fluffy pastry top to whatever is in it. Beside the tray, Sunshine sets up a sign:

Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $1
--(Extra Icing: $.25)
Muffins: $.50
--(chocolate chip, strawberry, oatmeal cinnamon, sweetcorn, cracked wheat and walnut, hazelnut-toffee)
Meringuamania: $1.75
Hell's Angelfood: $1.75
Glutton's Grail: $1.50
Tweedle Dumplings: $.75ea.
Chocoholia: $1.50
Death of Marat: $4.50 (Only one, so get it while it's still here!)

With that done, she curls up in one of the large, high-backed chairs adjacent to the table with the display of baked goods. There's a spot of blood, dark on her yellow shirt, from where carrying the tray must have pulled the gauze free from the wound on her chest. She takes care of re-taping it first, before settling down to read (there's nothing she can do right now about the spot on her shirt). As she takes out her book, she vaguely wishes she had a blanket. The warmth from the fire is lovely, but she still can't get warm.



(Tiny tag of sunlight: Sunshine)

(ooc: Open for new tags at any time, until the post scrolls off the front page. ETA: Mun has already dozed off at her laptop once, so she is heading to bed. All tags are still welcome, and will be picked up tomorrow. <3 Here! <33)