[ Claire is just wrapping up cleaning the small shed that Wrench briefly lived in. It's a somewhat sad task for her, one she isn't enjoying, but he's gone, and the space open again, even if she wishes it was still occupied. So, Annabeth has good timing, as it turns out, and she decides to stay right in her garden for this. ]
[ It's as Annabeth said, the eating isn't real, but she still enjoys going through the motions. And so, as soon as she's in her domain, she begins working on a batch of snickerdoodle cookies. It fills her cottage domain with the scent of warm vanilla, the front door wide open so that the smell of herbs and wildflowers intermingle with the baking. There's a gray cat in the window frame outside, swishing its tail and cleaning a paw when Annabeth arrives, jumping down gracefully and slinking out into the garden.
The cookies are just coming out of the oven in a half hour, and with the front door already wide open, it's no secret when company arrives. Looking up from where she's taking the tray of cookies out of her stone oven, she smiles broadly, proud of her for using the techniques they've practiced. ]
You've made it, welcome, Annabeth. It's a bit different from before.
[ Smaller; there's no spare room that used to be Percy's, for example. No backwoods that lead to a lagoon. The cottage is still as warm and homey though, with deep greens and blues on the walls. It isn't unlike her home in Solvunn, just a bit less than her actual dwelling. ]
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[ It's as Annabeth said, the eating isn't real, but she still enjoys going through the motions. And so, as soon as she's in her domain, she begins working on a batch of snickerdoodle cookies. It fills her cottage domain with the scent of warm vanilla, the front door wide open so that the smell of herbs and wildflowers intermingle with the baking. There's a gray cat in the window frame outside, swishing its tail and cleaning a paw when Annabeth arrives, jumping down gracefully and slinking out into the garden.
The cookies are just coming out of the oven in a half hour, and with the front door already wide open, it's no secret when company arrives. Looking up from where she's taking the tray of cookies out of her stone oven, she smiles broadly, proud of her for using the techniques they've practiced. ]
You've made it, welcome, Annabeth. It's a bit different from before.
[ Smaller; there's no spare room that used to be Percy's, for example. No backwoods that lead to a lagoon. The cottage is still as warm and homey though, with deep greens and blues on the walls. It isn't unlike her home in Solvunn, just a bit less than her actual dwelling. ]