MHA #8; Sunday Afternoon [12/18].

Soooo, a lot had happened last week, and don't even get Summer started on the multiple Summers of it all. In fact, she was quite ready to breeze right past that (and a little further back, too, while she was at it), generally pretend nothing had happened, and head on upstairs with a armful of baking supplies and very specific cookie cutters and baking molds to go knocking on Stark's door.

Because there were supposed to be cookies today, and cookies there would be. Like she was one to let a very weird week stop her from blatantly ignoring any awkwardness that might have occurred and just move on with her damn life.

[[ for he that lives there! ]]