log: amara and cammie

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Back on the 4th, Amara is up late baking, and Cammie is wandering around not sleeping. They have an awkward conversation about Cammie's powers and Amara's baking.

To say Amara was a little shaken up by the recent field trip was probably putting in mildly. Everything had worked out okay in the end, but... it still hadn't been the fun day out she'd been expecting. Which is why she was up late, quietly moving around the kitchen and pulling out the ingredients she needed for baking. Cupcakes this time, she'd decided, something simple she could keep herself occupied with. On one of the benches sat one of her textbooks for class, in theory she'd sit here and do some reading while things were baking.

"Doesn't anyone around here sleep when they're supposda?" Cammie asked from the doorway of the kitchen. She was up late, but she was still sleeping mostly during the day. Though her schedule was messed up. Maybe she would have to start actually trying to sleep during the night. She had been also seeing some weird shit lately after dark.

"What are you going to be making this time of night?" she said, walking in and heading for the sink, key in hand.

"Probably not," Amara said with a little bit of a smile. "In a place this size, I think there is nearly always someone awake somewhere." And people tended to keep some pretty weird schedules anyway.

"Just some vanilla cupcakes." She offered Cammie more of a smile this time. "I couldn't really sleep, and I always feel better after I bake."

She opened up the space under the sink and pulled out a couple of choices, "Well, whatever floats your boat I guess. I've heard of midnight snacking but this is the first I've heard of midnight baking. At least you're awake so it's not like sleep-baking," setting the couple of containers aside as went to get a cup.

"If it was sleep baking, I might have to tell someone." If only because it'd be pretty gnarly.

"No, I am definitely awake," Amara said with a bit of a laugh. She had everything out on the bench now, which meant it was time to start throwing ingredients in the bowl. She was working from memory, just casually measuring everything out and tossing it in. She glanced at the containers Cammie had pulled out, a little frown on her face. "You're welcome to have some, once they are baked. I probably shouldn't eat too many of them."

"No thanks. Unless you're planning on spiking it with anti-freeze or arsenic, cupcakes, muffins and other assorted pastries really aren't my thing," Cammie said as she started to mix her drink. "Don't do anything weird and take that personally, I just seriously can't taste it. Cakes that are shoved in cups should be shared with people who can enjoy them. Or shoot them from fifty feet with a high powered rifle when you toss them in the air," she said looking up for a moment, "that would be pretty cool."

"... oh, well no. I wasn't." Amara was trying very hard to continue smiling, but honestly... that was a little weird. "Is that part of your mutation?" She asked curiously. She'd missed the hubbub on the journals about it, it wasn't as easy to keep up with everything when she was back at class. "It's possible I could make up some icing with something like that in it, if you liked..." Yes, she would actually try. Presuming it wouldn't kill the girl.

"Yeah. What, did you miss part of the freak out about it? I'm not trying to kill myself, I just like to eat and drink things I can taste. No one goes around drinking only water and eating tasteless food all day everyday," Cammie returned, add the 'no suicide' clause. People always seemed to think that. Well, most people. Blondie, the red kid and the pointed ear kid didn't, for which she was grateful. She pulled a pen she had found on the floor out from behind her ear and used that as a stir-stick on her drink.

"And you don't have to make me custom cupcakes. Just give 'em to any of the other peeps here," Cammie said before taking a drink, "I mean, it's not like there's a shortage of cupcake fans in the world."

"Oh yes, I must have. I tend to get pretty busy at college with classes and everything else." She looked a little sheepish at that. "If you don't mind me asking, what is it that you do? I've never heard of a mutation that alters eating habits like that." She smiled a little. "And I don't mind making them, if you'd like them. I wouldn't want you to miss out."

"You know everyone keeps asking that so I'm thinking of getting a tattoo that says 'I'm not sure what I do and no I'm not trying to kill myself.'" Cammie mused, though getting a tattoo would be out of the question the way her blood was, she figured. "I can make people very, very sick by punching them and I don't get sick and can eat whatever I want. And seriously, you don't want someone else accidentally eating a rat poison cupcake, so don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. And since you've already explained that you're not trying to kill yourself, I understand that. You don't need to keep reminding me." Amara was trying very hard not to get all prickly, but she wasn't doing as well with this conversation as she might have otherwise. She was usually pretty friendly, but clearly it was a little bit too late for her. "That certainly does sound like an unusual mutation. And if you change your mind about the cupcakes, please let me know."

"Oooh, cranky. That's okay. Just muttering more to myself, because everyone...well, almost everyone has been asking question," Cammie said, taking another sip from her cup. "I will. I mean, everyone loves cakes in cups. I just don't think I should take 'em away from people who will enjoy them more than me."

"I'm sorry," Amara said immediately, even though she isn't her usual cheerful self she feels bad. "I'm sure it's just out of concern, especially if they're not aware of your powers." People around here did like to look out for people, after all. "Oh, that's not a problem at all! I tend to bake a lot, and I'm not the only person around here that does. And you deserve cupcakes as much as anyone else."

"I did happily announce it," Cammie said, finishing off the last of her drink and cleaning out her glass. No reason to have anyone else accidentally get some of what she enjoyed drinking. "And no, cupcakes go to the nice and friendly people. I'm the untouchable and surly group."

"I'm sorry I missed it then." Clearly she just needed to pay attention more. Amara shook her head at Cammie's last comment. "I disagree. I think you need them more than the nice and friendly group. If you honestly don't want cupcakes I understand, but if you are holding back because you don't want to deprive others of them, please don't."

"I'm holding back because of the off chance of getting things that are tasty to me in cupcakes that aren''t for me and someone else getting sick. The downside to having really odd tastes is that stuff I like could kill most anyone else," she explained.

"But bake away. At least it smells good, right?"

Amara sighed, taking a moment or two to carefully stir the mixture. She was pretty sure that she could work out something so that Cammie could have some cupcakes, but... maybe that would just have to be a surprise. She'd have to work on something.

"It does," she said with a bit of a grin. "Sometimes I think that's the best part of baking. How great everything smells."

"Only part of it I really like," Cammie said with a nod. "Anyway, enjoy your tasty cakes that have been put into cups for the amusement and happiness of others," she said with a twist of the lips. "Me, I have to go try to put myself back on some sort of diurnal schedule."

"I will, thank you." She smiled over to Cammie. "And good luck with that. Readjusting sleep schedules is not particularly easy, or so I've been told."