“You were always better at braiding hair than I was.” Stellar smiled.
“Mmhmm,” he mumbled distractedly
S T E L L I F E R | Space Pirate RP | CLOSED
“Wait did I tell you this one time where I burned this guy when I was buying a boat?” Stellar asked excitedly.
“Nope,” he replied, grabbing a ribbon from the desk and working it intonher hair.
“Okay like not actual fire burn, the word burn, ya know?”
“Do you mean roasted?” Lucifer asked, pausing to stifle a laugh.
"Yep!" He gave Jordan a thumbs up.
“No, why would I cook someone?” Stellar blinked, “Humans have too much sodium and fat to be healthy anyways.”
“Okay.” Jordan nodded, bending down to be at eye level with the cookies.
"Where did you live before getting on the ship?" Jinx clasped his hands behind his back.
“Bologna, I think.” Jordan blinked, “Wow I can’t remember where I lived.”
"Bologna? Isn't that a meat?" He had an off feeling about bologna.
“… well yeah but it’s also a place.”
"Never been there. It must be a different planet. Dwarf moon maybe?"
“Nope.” Jordan said, then his eyes brightened, “Hey why don’t we play a game while we wait for the cookies to cool! We can guess what planet we’re from!”
"Fun!" Jinx plopped onto the floor and thought for a second. "Plant Yerbg?"
“Nope!” Jordan giggled.
"Planet Bologna?"
“Nope! Bologna is the capital of the planet.”
"Have I mentioned that I never went to school and even if I did, I would've failed geography?"
“Oh same. I’m terrible at geography, that’s why I the cook!”
"That's so hot." Jinx leaned over to pat Jordan's head.
“W-what?” Jordan stuttered, his face flushing a vivid pink.
“No, why would I cook someone?” Stellar blinked, “Humans have too much sodium and fat to be healthy anyways.”
“Okay.” Jordan nodded, bending down to be at eye level with the cookies.
“I- no, Stella, it’s a slang term.”
“… oh. Pfft I knew that.”
"Being able to cook is so cool, Jordie."
“Y-yeah, it… is..” Jordan said, trying to be nonchalant. “Well um, the… the cookies are, are probably cool enough now…”
"Why so nervous?" Jinx hugged himself, a haunted look on his face. "Have the grumblies got you?"
“N-no, not the… grumblies, just… flattered.”
"Are you sure? I'm terrible at compliments and the grumblies. Are. Always. Watching."
“What’s a grumblie?”
"Tiny creatures that make people nervous."