Lost started to gather the remaining ingredients, and then shook his head. "Don't know," he muttered, glancing toward Dev as he mopped the floor. Nodding his thanks, the dark-skinned doll tilted his head and watched the other in silence. Not knowing if the doll was new or not, Lost merely shrugged slightly. Apparently his time with Isis hadn't made him any more outgoing. If anything, now he was centered only on her.

((Should I add in a character that will interact with yours regularly, Dev? :P I can make a character . . . *thinks*))

Finished mopping up. and i see and pop up. and say with asking. "What ya making? i mean the flour and the bowl and the mixing..." I ask curiously. my phone rings and then i awnser it and the batterys die after the phone says one word. "Thats wierd...?" I shrug and look and see what there doing.
(maybe???? idk.)

"Cookies," Lost muttered, his black eyes moving from Dev to the second bowl he had in his hands. Swallowing to get the coat of flour out of his throat, the tall male moved toward a drawer to get a spoon to mix with. Together Isis and himself had already made one recipe, and were moving on the second. None were in the oven, but that would happen soon enough. It was turned on and nearly ready for the round splotches of batter.
Glancing to the new doll once again, Lost continued his job. "For tea," he said quietly, doubting that the other boy had heard him.

((I'll stick someone in here for ya. :lol: Playing matchmaker is my job . . . :XD))

"Alright... Rhasphberry tea?" I really adore rhasberry tea! I seemed to havent had it for about 8 years... i wonder why but i guess its just ordinary tea...sigh. ((uh that is a game. o_O))

Lost hesitated, blinking. "I . . . don't know." He wasn't thinking of the tea that was going to be served for the small group. It was then that a small doll entered the room, shuffling over to the cupboard and reaching for a cup. Unable to reach, the girl frowned, and looked up at the mugs with an exasperated expression.
For a moment, Lost tried to ignore her . . . and then he felt guilty for doing so. Stepping over to take a cup down for her, the girl smiled at him before setting it on the counter farthest from the two cooks. Busying herself with starting some water for tea, and choosing a kind - raspberry, to be exact - she glanced at Dev before ducking her head and shyly wringing her hands before her.

((I will change her personality as we go . . . she isn't as shy as she looks, trust me. :sweat:))

((I will post something soon.))

RASPBERRYY!!!! :D i climb up to the counter to get a cup. i sip it and it tastes so good. "THIS IS AWESOME!!!" i look at the new doll and i fall into the cup of rhaspberry tea

((We aren't quite that small! *laugh* We're like, 2 feet tall, and this house was made for us. Did you spill it, or something?? :lol:

I posted our new addition's profile on the first page for later. :yes:

Oh, and that's alright, Marquise. I can wait. :P))

(me too ) i spilt it and cleaned it up. i grab another cup and drank it. "Yum... sorry for the spill!"

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(no one posted yet??? wow.)

The blonde doll looked startled when Dev sipped the tea, and smiled a bit when he spilled. She wiped a few drops off of her hand, and then blushed as she reached for a napkin, cleaning a bit of the reddish liquid from the counter. "It's okay," she said in a soft voice, smiling at the doll. She laughed at his enthusiastic reaction to the kind of tea she was now sipping at slowly, her blue eyes watching him over the rim of her cup. "You like it too?" she asked, looking from her cup to his.

I looked back "why wouldnt i? its the best tea around heh!" I start to laugh and walk over to her "so your new?" i ask grinning at her

Isis watched the other doll as she continued to stir in ingredients. She soon finished another bowl and got a baking sheet out. She had managed to clear her face of a layer of flour, though it was still all over her and in her hair. "I guess it's time to put these in the oven." She said as she spoon some of the cookie batter onto the baking sheet. Isis watched as a new female doll entered the kitchen and tried to reach the mugs. She smiled when Lost helped her out. She liked that he had helped the girl when he didn't have to.

((Oh my, this is a terrible post. I just can't seem to think very straight tonight.))

((Aw, that's alright. You must be tired and worn out, yes? :yes: Or just brain dead . . . :XD I get that all the time. It's a wonder I'm still going here . . . I'm dead. :sweat:))

It wasn't long before all three batches of dough were made and they started to put a couple batches in the oven at a time. The first ones burned, but the rest were much better. A platter was soon heavily laden with cookies of various kinds, and Lost smiled as he watched the last of them get placed on the top of the pile.
"Done?" he asked quietly, watching Isis for a few moments. He'd already cleaned up a good part of their mess, only a few bowls were left. The dark-skinned youth glanced to the other dolls, but said nothing to them. He wasn't used to others, and he wasn't going to change that quickly.
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With a smile, the girl nodded. "I just got here a few days ago," she said in a small voice, watching as Dev approached. "I am Namine," she meekly stated, forcing herself to offer her hand without getting out of her seat. "Who are you?"

((I've had a killer migraine all day, so I've been pretty much resting, but I'm bored out of my tree now and I can't seem to find anything to do. So, I decided to come online for a little while.))

Isis nodded and washed up the remaining dishes. She was ignoring the other two dolls as well, but that was only because she was far too centered on Lost to actually care. "I guess we should put these away and go get cleaned up ourselves." she said as she looked down at her flour covered clothes. She had swept up what had been left on the floor and thrown it out. Before putting the large platter of cookies away, Isis snagged one of each and handed two to Lost. "Want to test them out first?" She had no doubt that the cookies would be delicious, they certainly smelled that way.

"Dev. Nice to meet ya. I grin hopeing she doesnt know that im happy thats shes here

Lost helped finish cleaning, turning his attention to Isis when they were finished. Blinking slowly, he accepted the cookies she offered. Munching the edge of the soft dessert, the doll nodded. The cookies were good, to say the least. Keeping them in one hand, the dark-skinned male moved to take the left over water and use it for two cups of tea, pouring two cups. Handing one to Isis, he held his own. Linking his arm through hers (and managing to keep hold of his cookies), the tall youth pulled her toward the door. "Done?" he asked in a soft voice, coughing. In his free hand he held his mug of tea, which he was careful not to spill. Every once in a while, he would lean down and take a bite of the cookies, munching on one of them every once in a while. Tugging her toward the hallway, he tilted his head. "Which room?"
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"Good to meet you too, Dev." Shaking Dev's hand with a smile, the girl patted the stool beside her. "Sit?" she asked, pointing to her sketchbook on the counter. "Can I draw you?"

Isis accepted her own mug and let Lost pull her out of the kitchen and into the hallway. His room was closer, so she told him to got to his. "Yours is fine. It's a little closer." She nibbled her own cookies as well, finding that they were very good. Lost really did have a knack for cooking. She wondered why he didn't do it more often. The doll was chock full of surprises. He was an amazing singer, he played the violin beautifully, and he could cook. Isis wasn't much of a singer, then again she had never really tried before. She was learning the violin, and made very few mistakes now that Lost had taught her. And her cooking skills were nothing special, she could get by with them. At least her results were edible. She finished off her cookies and opened the door to Lost's room. It never seized to amaze her. Every time she looked into his room, the light that reflected off the hanging discs on the ceiling always made her smile. Isis loved Lost's room. His held interesting little things, while her own was quite plain. There really wasn't a whole lot in her room besides her bed and the large wardrobe.

((I forgot to post it in my last one, but I'm sorry about your migraine. :XD That stinks. Hope you feel better soon.))

When she said his room, Lost nodded, guiding Isis there. When they were safely inside, he took his remaining cookie in his mouth to hold it, shifting his tea to his free hand before setting it down on the cluttered nightstand. He pushed a few stones and books out of the way in order to make room for a second cup, and then offered to take Isis' tea from her to set it down. It was still a bit hot anyway.
Taking hold of the cookie that had been held with his teeth, Lost nibbled off the edge, and then took Isis' pale hand in his. Sitting on the bed, he carefully pulled her to do the same before reaching for a book - the same book that they had yet to finish reading together. Finishing his cookie faster than humanly possible, Lost cleared his throat, sipping the tea (which was within reach) before taking a slow breath. Picking up where they had left off, the doll smiled a bit.

"sure. so how did you get here?" sits down

Isis set her mug down next to the other one and got up onto the bed. She made herself comfortable and curled up to Lost's side as he pulled out the book they had been reading. Isis had actually forgotten all about the book until then. One he had opened it to the spot they had left off, Isis smiled as everything about the story so far came back to her. She reached over Lost for her tea and took a sit as she made herself comfortable again. She started to read, finding that she was very content with where she was at that moment.

(That's fine. I think I had gone to bed by then anyway, so it;s okay. I'm feeling much better, thanks. I think I just needed to get some sleep. Sorry this is so short though...heh...)

Namine smiled a bit, shrugging. "Mother left me here. She found me abandoned by my owner." With the slightest of frowns, the blonde girl shook her head. "I'm alright though. And you? How did you end up in the dollhouse?"
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((:XD SOrry. Brain dead. Lost is reading with Isis. :( I'll start with tea later, I guess. :lol:))

((Sure thing. I'm feeling much the same way, brain dead at the moment. Maybe a should finally call it a day since it;s now 1:16 in the AM.))

"I dont know... i was playing a game and then... i just cant remember...." But all we know is were alive. right??? right?.......right...?

"A game," Namine repeated, a small laugh breaking the calm of the now-clean kitchen. "I like games." Her blue eyes filled with her smile, and she held up both her her hands, closing them into fists. "Do you want to play one?"

((:XD Short again . . . I'm brain dead. :cry:))

"sure. games are awesome." i shrug and then think, that shes pretty. cool... I hum looking at her seeming what the game is.