Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

"Hey, the sauce is done!" Miles said.

Phoebe peeked over, dipping her finger into it. “Mmm! Good job, this tastes delicious!”, she said, washing her hands again.

(Heyo sorry I disappeared.)

sup man

(sup.)

Phoebe shrugged. “Suit yourselves.” She turned to Marco. “Would you mind passing me that clove of garlic?”

Marco tossed the clove over to Phoebe.

(Hey.)

(hiya.)

(howdy.)

(Hurlo)

(Shall I continue torturing my cinnamon puff?)

(You can. I enjoy it.)

(yes yes you should)

(Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha @Topaz will disagree though.)

(XD)

Kimber stared at her brother. "Why–how could you do this?" Ethan laughed, a cold, jarring sound. "Oh, don't you know?"

(Hold up. What'd I miss? With you torturing your Lil' Cinna puff?)

(Hold up. What'd I miss? With you torturing your Lil' Cinna puff?)

(????????????????????????? Wat you mean?)

(What did Ethan do?)

(What did Ethan do?)

(I have not told you yet. It's a little someting called suspense? And mystery?? XD)

(Ok. I'll wait.)

Hey!)

She set it down on the cutting board. “Wanna try crushing it? “, she said to Marco.

"Sure. Why not." Marco moved over to Phoebe and gave her a questioning glance. "What do I crush it with?"

Phoebe handed him a knife. “Use the flat side, and tell me if you need help.”

Marco smiled, "I'm so stupid." He started to crush the garlic into tiny pieces.

Phone shook her head. “Not stupid. Just less experienced.”, she said firmly, squeezing his shoulder lightly and removing the pot from the stovetop.

Marco finished and brought the cutting board over to Phoebe. "What do I do now?"

Phoebe slid the bowl with Miles’ sauce over to him. “Nice job! Just mix that into here, and I’ll grate the cheese.”, she smiled at him.

Marco remembered baking cookies with his mom when he was younger. How she'd told him to carefully mix the dry ingredients in with the wet. He was good at that. Marco's eyes started to water and he put the board down and gripped the counter.

Phoebe glanced over, tilting her head slightly. Her eyes filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”, she asked softly, laying a hand in his shoulder.