There was a method to this madness, somewhere, she was sure of it. One finger slid across the page, the tip hovering just below the words, as her eyes followed the movement. Reading. Quietly reciting the words to herself as she worked out the exact nature of what she intended to do here. The ingredients were ready, the cauldron was bubbling, and all she had to do was double-check that everything was as it should be. Lest she repeat the problems that happened yesterday. Most of that mess had been cleaned up, there were still a few parts that would need a far more thorough treatment that she didn't have time for. At least not today or the day prior.
"Ah-hah!" Karin sounded rather pleased with herself when she had mixed all the ingredients in there together, in order and while taking the appropriate amount of time between each step. It wouldn't be long now before her concoction was done... though a part of her really did wonder if this was overdoing it a little. Cooking dinner in the cauldron. It was the perfect size! A smaller one that just fell between the ranges of some of the pots, making just the right amount of the gooey, cheesy, substance that she decided to have that evening... Just enough for her and the present, unfortunate, guest.
"Hey, do demons eat Mac'n Cheese?" Glancing over to her 'guest' she couldn't help but wonder what he would eat. Did he need to eat while here? There were a few other questions that flickered through her mind at that moment, but it passed as she received little more than a grunt in response. A noise that she just about mimicked back at him, just to earn a little, yellow eyed, glare.
Dinner was a quick, quiet, affair. The demon she had accidentally summoned that morning was far more calm, and had instead been looking over some of her other books to try and rectify the situation. That is, to go home. The entire thing had been one massive accident, which she had apologized profusely over, an attempt to summon something a little smaller for some assistance. When it had been happening, before Karin was completely aware of what she had done, she had felt the strangest sense of déjà vu over all of it.
Come morning, having gone to bed soon after her nightly tasks were completed, Karin had the strangest sensation that something was... different. While she couldn't quite put her finger on it at first, the feeling was there. It wouldn't be until about halfway through her morning routine when it struck her what it was. The demon was gone, her guest had evidently flown the coop last night. A few questions lingered, but when it came time to make sure everything was prepared for the day, that the bakery was opened on time, they were all pushed to the side.
It was recent, actually, that the bakery had become a part of her daily life. A dream of sorts helped by her parents, leading to her acquiring the small bakery she now lived within. The shop was a small space just on the corner, connected to the lower half of one of the tall buildings which made up the city. It wasn't fancy, it would probably never make her rich or be more than the quiet little place that it was. That didn't matter, Karin liked it. Sweet's Shack was a nice little home she had become proud of.
"Ah-hah!" Karin sounded rather pleased with herself when she had mixed all the ingredients in there together, in order and while taking the appropriate amount of time between each step. It wouldn't be long now before her concoction was done... though a part of her really did wonder if this was overdoing it a little. Cooking dinner in the cauldron. It was the perfect size! A smaller one that just fell between the ranges of some of the pots, making just the right amount of the gooey, cheesy, substance that she decided to have that evening... Just enough for her and the present, unfortunate, guest.
"Hey, do demons eat Mac'n Cheese?" Glancing over to her 'guest' she couldn't help but wonder what he would eat. Did he need to eat while here? There were a few other questions that flickered through her mind at that moment, but it passed as she received little more than a grunt in response. A noise that she just about mimicked back at him, just to earn a little, yellow eyed, glare.
Dinner was a quick, quiet, affair. The demon she had accidentally summoned that morning was far more calm, and had instead been looking over some of her other books to try and rectify the situation. That is, to go home. The entire thing had been one massive accident, which she had apologized profusely over, an attempt to summon something a little smaller for some assistance. When it had been happening, before Karin was completely aware of what she had done, she had felt the strangest sense of déjà vu over all of it.
Come morning, having gone to bed soon after her nightly tasks were completed, Karin had the strangest sensation that something was... different. While she couldn't quite put her finger on it at first, the feeling was there. It wouldn't be until about halfway through her morning routine when it struck her what it was. The demon was gone, her guest had evidently flown the coop last night. A few questions lingered, but when it came time to make sure everything was prepared for the day, that the bakery was opened on time, they were all pushed to the side.
It was recent, actually, that the bakery had become a part of her daily life. A dream of sorts helped by her parents, leading to her acquiring the small bakery she now lived within. The shop was a small space just on the corner, connected to the lower half of one of the tall buildings which made up the city. It wasn't fancy, it would probably never make her rich or be more than the quiet little place that it was. That didn't matter, Karin liked it. Sweet's Shack was a nice little home she had become proud of.