I bet I'm glad I met you

findingcarter:

Camilla laughed. “No, you don’t. If you do– well, I’m even worse at cooking than I thought.” Starting to the exit, she shook her head, “No, a cake works. I’ve had enough dough today.” And she hadn’t even ate any. Raising an eyebrow at her question, she tilted her head, “Are you okay there?”

“You couldn’t be worse than me, take solace in that fact.” she tried to offer this as consolation. “Don’t worry, the urge for dough will return soon enough, it always does.” She gave a slight grin, “Yeah, I’m good. Just need to learn to filter what comes out of my mouth.” She walked along with her, “So, what prompted the baking?”

“A ca–” She started, meeting Jersey’s eyes with a laugh. “No, it wasn’t supposed to be– actually… maybe buying cake is a better idea.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a-” she looked confused for a moment before realising, “You don’t use dough to make cakes...” her eyes slipped closed, she gave an ‘ugh’ and shook her head. She opened her eyes and inclined her head toward the exit, “We’re buying you a cake, come on.” She rethought and then corrected herself, “I mean we’re buying you whatever...that was meant to be? Oh my God, what’s wrong with me?”

Hey, can I get your advice?

“Sure, what do you need advice on, honey?” she hadn’t talked to the girl before...not that she could remember, but she seemed sweet.

finding-carter-things:

veruneedy:

“This was not how this dough was supposed to come out.”

 madinorton:

“We’re supposed to make a run for it though, right?” she asked, wondering if that was even right, the brunette was doubting herself a lot lately. She flinched at the sound of roars, “Oh shit, shall we?” she began to move away, waiting for Madi to follow.