For lastvoyages: Ninth Hex: [Video+Spam]

[Wanda is in a rather tentlike black cotton dress, belted up with a red velvet sash. Less makeup than usual--though damn it, she's not giving up her scarlet lipstick and nails.]

So...apparently this is what I'll look like in my seventies. I...guess it's okay, but really...why couldn't I have been forty? Fifty even? This is so weird. But mostly uncomfortable and cold. I guess there's a lesson here in taking care of oneself and appreciating one's youth, but right now I'm just waiting out this stupid Flood.

[friends filter]
The kitchen will be nice and warm once the oven's going. I got permission to spend a big chunk of time cooking. You guys get bored, I'll be down there running through our flour stores. [Subdued, grumpy sigh]

Anyone got any aspirin? Or brandy?

[spam for the kitchens]
[Wanda, now in an apron with her hair tied back in a kerchief and her sleeves rolled up, is doggedly working on perfecting piecrusts. From the ingredients piled up on the counter nearby--fruits, nuts, baking chocolate, honey and sugar--she's aiming at filling every one of them that comes out properly. She also has a few cookbooks she's trying to keep flour off of.]