Amelia hummed to herself, in her free-time. Which she had a lot of, all things considered. She took a moment to adjust her scarf, keeping a tight grip on the basket of...admittedly mediocre muffins she had prepared. She usually didn't waste her time with such things, she had OTHER hobbies to be terrible at, but today was special. Sort of. Not really. Her flowers had died (again) and so she decided to put her attention into something she couldn't kill quite as badly. Even so, she could have sworn she heard a whisper of 'whyyyyy' from her oven. Luckily she had salvaged them before they burned too bad but...she gave a tiny sigh. They smelt terrible. Even she couldn't sugarcoat it, not even to herself. She had just gotten so invested in watching that silly Game Show...she'd have to do better in the future. Or at least, keep the timer on her person if she intended to wander off in the middle of cooking.
Now, she wasn't a completely negative person. There was a chance, no matter how small, that they tasted perfectly fine, and there was nothing to worry about. But somewhere, deep down inside, she knew better than to delude herself. She needed to dump them in a trashcan, but that would be too cruel to the rats.
And so she had brought the damn things to church, hoping to herself that nobody saw her, and she could just dump them on a table and pretend it was someone else's screw-up.
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