GO YOUR OWN WAY — open, weekly task

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    They were a bit too flaky than what she had intended. They had a nice crunch, even though she had been hoping that they would be a lot softer. At least they didn't taste awful.


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    She was drawn in by the scent of the baked goods; her black nose was twitching as she made an appearance, her dark eyes round and curious. "What're you making?" inquired the golden retriever, her gaze resting on the cookies almost as soon as she asked the question. "Oh, those look really good! Could I have one, please?" This had been Irin's weekly task, right? Shoot, she still needed to do hers.
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      "Goodness, these look, and smell, amazing!" Kakima barked, smiling brightly. She stole a glance at Frenchie before turning her attention back to the baked goods.


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; line-height: 14px; border-radius: 0px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; width: 400px; min-height: 100px; float:center;]Irin paused her munching to look over as Frenchie approached, bracing herself for a scolding for the mess and the slightly crumbly cookies, but in the end she was pleased as she said they looked good and even asked for one. She smiled in triumph to herself, offering the two some of the baked cookies. "Of cou-course you can ha-have some," she replied. She had another batch of her own stored away, ready for another one of her midnight binging.