Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Baking had not originally been on his to-do list for the next few hours or days – but given everything going on, he wasn’t certain the opportunity would come again. Between the Tundra being infected, cleansed with its own semblance of messes, and a horde of other things to consider, just the lightest break was going to be enough. Sah had been welcomed into his home, and with the rest of the family out and about, they’d likely only be acknowledged by Belial coming and going out of the kitchen, begging for scraps. The roar of the fire in the hearth, within the nearby living room, gave off enough heat, and he already had the stove on – contemplating their choices. “I was thinking cookies,” he tilted his head towards the fellow hybrid, getting those portions out before any other question came up. If he had other preferences, the Sword would listen – hopeful that they had the necessary ingredients.
