030: [ visual | location: hyperion hotel ] cookies, anyone?

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Cordelia's been feeling a bit restless, lately. Antsy, even. Which explains why she's in the kitchen, with several cooking stuff laid out in front of her, and a cookbook propped up against one of the sturdier mixing bowls. What? She wants to busy herself with something, and it was either dirtying up the hotel's kitchen or the hotel lobby, because her other option was to redo the filing system.

...seriously, that needs to be revisited again.

Her third option was to go bug Angel for a sweaty training session, but with Connor as his eleven-year-old self, the last thing in the world she wants to do is to explain to the child why his father and 'momma' were fighting with swords.

...right. So! Baking it is.

Her brownies weren't much of a hit in the past - people have no taste whatsoever, is her thinking - so she's going to try her hand at cookies. The recipe doesn't seem too difficult, anyway.