She hates sweets, but she's been making pumpkin spice pancakes on the daily now... And of course, she's giving them out to neighbors and various people.

She's shoving a plate full of pumpkin spice pancakes into @xiiimorscerta.bsky.social 's hands. "I wanted to make a nice breakfast for once, but I hate sweets, so these are useless to me. You'd be better off having them."

"... What the fuck am I hearing-"

Trying her hardest not to laugh - Her face hurts, and her mouth is twitching from trying to keep a straight face to no avail.

@mythussfable.bsky.social ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ You into piss? ⠀

I'm letting Sunday know you're into NTR.

... There's a piss map??? I'm surprised you aren't into that honestly.

"Oh come on, she'll be fiiiine! You telling me you guys don't want a game you two can bond over?"

"So... What about escape from Skibidi Toilet? Should I get that for you and Quinn?"

"Basically a guy who battles against the skibidi toilets!"

... It's more unsettling than any potential morbid thoughts he has, honestly. But... so he feels less shame about said thoughts... She's straight up grabbing one of his hands, licking it, then biting it. Now she's had a "taste" of him, there's no need for shame regarding those thoughts, right?

@staghuntgambler.bsky.social "So do you still not want Skibidi Toilet Hero?"

... Did he just attempt to be all cutesy??

... Fair enough. Morbid curiosity is a wild thing.

Is that something he often thinks about with people he knows?

"Yes? Is this going to be some excuse to insult me?"

"A guy asked if I was single and which way I swung... Then implied he was planning to make a harem. Fuck my life."

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@mythussfable.bsky.social Do you miss these days?

"... Oh my god... He wasn't around for when the other Gallagher and Sunday had matching pictures of their toes interlocking. He missed THIS!"

Preparing food to eat... Realizes there's mold in the pasta sauce after already putting it in the pasta. Sighing, throwing it out. Reaches for the potato chips- Out of potato chips. Sighs, reaches for leftover taco meat... It's gone bad. Reaches for cheese... remembers she didn't buy cheese --

"..." Lost in thought yet again, to be alone with ones own thoughts is a terrible thing.

"..." Another day, another opportunity to pointlessly stare up at the sky and think of what could've been.

"..." Real depression hours (tm) Thinking about how her sister shouldn't have been held hostage... And then thinking about how if she was ever held hostage... would anyone have cared to try and save her? Or would she be left to rot? ... And further depression (tm) as she realized she probably--

"Why don't you stay and play for a while~?"

"... What the hell is motivation?"

"... What the hell does that even mean in this context?"

She's 30 tomorrow- ... man-

"I love the knock-off versions of Xianzhou food... ooh, fortune cookie, let's see... 'A secret admirer will soon send you a sign of affection.' . . . Pfft. As if."

Why can't I be special? / All I am is dirt / Why can't I be perfect? / All I do is hurt

"How are you guys? I personally am doing horribly because no matter where I go... I see Gallagher and Sunday interlocking grippers for whatever fucking reason."

"Your words, not mine, you know." She retorts with a humble before taking a seat beside them, arms folded. Saponaria watches silently momentarily before slipping her a bag of jerky, noting "I'm presuming your tastes in food hasn't changed in all these years...?" "... Right, I still hate sweets,"-

She was silent for a moment, speechless... She looked at first in disbelief between the party and Gallagher, uncertain what to say... before asking with a huff "WAIT, if it's HER birthday, shouldn't it be a surprise for HER? I was invited LAST to her birthday party?!" Had it not been for her --

"... last one invited? What the hell are you going on about?" Well, she's not kicking or flailing about at least, even if her arms are folding and she's pouting. "... Also, I don't need a pity invite if that's what happened -"

Immediately SQUEALING-? "G-gallagher-! What the hell-?!" Even if startled... at least it got her out of her depressed little funk for now.

It's her sister's birthday. It's... a day alright.

... Thanks, I hate it.

... No clue, I didn't think this far.

... Do I get anything out of asking, pray tell? Any prize or whatever ?

Warm and comforting, it really was, eyes closed as she listened to the sound of his heartbeat like it was the only thing that mattered in this moment. When was the last time she felt this safe? When was the last time she had just allowed herself to feel like this? Has she ever at all? --

Now I might just for the sake of inconveniencing you.

I think I'd rather jump off a cliff than ever do that-

I meant to /him/- But- That's a horrible thought that I may be /worse/ than peanutbutter to him... Why the hell do you have to fill my head with ideas like that?!

Yeah, right! You were the one who brought up there are some men who would bang anything! ... Hmph- I hope I'm not on the same damn level as a jar of peanutbutter-

It'd probably be a while, as she was trying not to break down sobbing then and there and make a fool of herself in front of him. However... sniffling can be heard, along with her clinging even tighter onto him, her body all shaky. "Is... is it okay to be like this just a little longer-? I know -

... I can't even yell at you for that, I'm just- ... Where did the mention of sex come from?? He's said he's a no-strings-attached kinda guy, so whether or not he'd do that doesn't... Well... You know- Change my concerns about his opinion on me overall. Unless by "bagging him" you just meant -

If it's bad, is it always my fault?

"Someone called the police on me for a wellness check because I suggested making a musical about a gang war between ass cheeks and nipples. What the fuck??? Innovation is dead."

She's just yelling as she's walking away "How many times have I made you goodies? You think you'd know by now, genius!" Of course, she has to stick her tongue out at him as she turns her head to face him.