Sera's baking still had a long way to go, but in Dagna's expert opinion, any food could be salvaged by liberal use of frosting. At least the last batch of cookies came out fully cooked, though the terror demons were more blobby than pointy. Dagna piled a huge dollop of brilliant orange frosting on her plate and got to work. Warmth still radiated from the oven, even as the wind and rain rattled the ancient windows of their apartment.
Back in the living room, she heard Sera slamming her laptop shut in frustration. "Ugh," she said as she stomped back into their kitchen. Dagna hastily moved aside; there wasn't enough space for two people standing back-to-back. "Why do all the couple costumes have to be so cutsey?"
"I don't know," said Dagna. She reached out and smeared a streak of orange sugar across Sera's nose. " But you're pretty cute."
Sera cackled, tongue waving as she tried to lick off the frosting.
"Next time, I'll put it on your elbow," said Dagna. "Bet you can't lick it off of there."
"Bet what?"
She thought about it for a moment. "Nick me two volumetric flasks from your chemistry class?"
"Done!" Sera rubbed the frosting off of her nose and held out her right arm.
Ten minutes later, Dagna had a tray of orange cookies with black sprinkles on top. And Sera had herself pretzeled on the couch, tongue straining toward the glob of orange frosting still resolutely on her elbow.
She glared at Dagna, who merely giggled and extended a paper towel. "Give up?"
Sera grunted, trying to use her left hand and both knees to push her elbow up to her mouth. "This shouldn't be so bloody hard!"
"That's what I say every time an experiment goes wrong." Dagna rubbed ruefully at her eyebrows, which were still recovering from the last explosion. She put down the cookies to cool, then picked up Sera's laptop to resume the search for a costume set.
"Andruil and Ghilan'nain?" she said dubiously, flicking through Sera's open tabs. "No thanks. At least I have a basic grasp of ethics."
"Mostly I wanted to see you in white leather," Sera admitted.
"Fair enough."
Most of the costumes were things they could easily make or scrounge, but fairly uninspired. Darkspawn were so overdone these days, though with her sitting on Sera's shoulders and some cardboard tubes, they could make a fair ogre. She was just about to pitch the idea when Sera fell off the couch with a heavy thud. She landed on her butt, still straining toward the frosting blob.
Dagna hastily moved the tray of cooling cookies. "See, this is why we can't have nice things. You look like the tentacle monster from that horrible porn--" She stopped abruptly. "That's it." The laptop slid to the floor as she stood. "I've got it."
"Got what?"
"Our costume." She turned to Sera with a huge grin on her face. "You'll be the monster--"
Gleeful epiphany dawned on Sera's face. "And you're the schoolgirl! You even have the pigtails!" She got up from the floor, elbow frosting completely forgotten. "Widdle, you're a genius."
Dagna beamed. "I know. And now you owe this genius two volumetric flasks."
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