#sekhmetmp

“Well shit,“ Sekhmet huffs. She hadn’t actually meant to set the other’s plate of cookies on fire. It had just sort of…happened. “But cooking alone doesn’t do any good if you run into a bad bitch before you get to eat ‘em.”

“Can I get you something? To make it up to you? Since I accidentally burned your cookies.” The goddess doesn’t actually seem too guilty about the incident. In fact, she would be just fine whether the woman were to get angry and stomp off or to take her up on her offer.

At least if she agrees it will be something to do.

Blair had been cooking since she was old enough to reach the stove and not burn her pigtails off. Her mother had always been too busy at the street stand and, wanting to do her part to help out, had taken it upon herself to pick up some basic culinary skills. After all those years, although she wasn't a genius, she dared to say that she was pretty good - Korean cuisine, Western roasts and the pretty desserts that her mother loved so much; she knew it all.

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  “A queen is never late,” a voice is muffled by the motorcycle helmet that shelters the head of a goddess beneath. 

   Gloved hands come to lift the heavy encasement up and off, a wealth of lush brown-black hair spilling out in a messy but appealing array of glorious braids. The proud face of Wadjet emerges with a characteristic smirk as she regards the standing goddess.

   “Everyone else just decided to be tacky and show up before me.”

@sekhmetmp

He frowned a bit as he observed the women in front of him, his eyes drifting between her and the bottles of wine behind the bar. From her words, he could obviously tell that she was a goddess. They all had some sort of supernatural power as you got close to them to be able to tell if they’re related to you, somehow. He’d stopped questioning it after all.

It was more surprising that he couldn’t escape being Bastet’s son, even if his ears and tail was glamoured away. Oh well. He allowed his feline pupils to drift back over to the goddess, immediately perking back up at the mention of potentially getting wine. There was one that smelled like honey, his scent of smell high even if his other appendages were hidden.