[For Bay and Gwen] Fire!

[happy_dsign]

Bay was late. It wasn't a big deal yet, she was still cooking, but she could use help with garnishing and boxing the food that was ready, and if she didn't have everything boxed and loaded in about the next 30 minutes, she was going to be late with this catering order. They were still not as frequent as she'd like, beyond her morning orders for baked goods around the city, and every good performance equaled good word-of-mouth. That was important, it was critical at this point.

She got some oil heating in a skillet to start working on the fried foods, since they needed to be relatively fresh, and then she pulled out her phone and sent a video chat request to Bay.

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[happy_dsign]

Daphne nodded. "Thanks. Not that you haven't helped already. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there, so...thanks for that, too."

[makeithome]

It's a frightening thought, truthfully, though Gwen doesn't think she necessarily deserves all that much in the way of credit for stepping in. There isn't anything else that can be done in a situation like that. "Good timing," she says. "Thank god."