[it is SUNDAY and anya is BAKING because she's literally run out of other things to do. it looks like she's multi-tasking like a monster though, because she's mixing the batter while also reading a completely different recipe out of a book. this surely will not confuse her at all.
there was a time where she was humming the song that was playing in the ballroom - but that is not the case anymore. she's sort of just, starting to sing the recipe she's reading in the same melody as the one they've been hearing....]
[ When Anya enters the music room, she can find Ayabe towards the back sifting through some of the stringed instruments- banjos and lutes and guitars and an entire harp six feet tall that makes a pretty glissando when Ayabe's elbow accidentally brushes against it but he's quick to reach out and still the strings in between his hands to make them shut up.
Current emotion: hopeful, actually. But the anxious, frenetic sort of hopeful. ]
week 0, sunday
there was a time where she was humming the song that was playing in the ballroom - but that is not the case anymore. she's sort of just, starting to sing the recipe she's reading in the same melody as the one they've been hearing....]
Mix the salt with the ground beef... ♪
[there is no beef to be seen]
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w2, monday
Current emotion: hopeful, actually. But the anxious, frenetic sort of hopeful. ]
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