[ most of the time when andy is in the kitchen at strange hours, she is making the lazy man's food - funny sandwiches, a stockpile of cookies, raiding the alcohol supply - but tonight, at roughly 5am she is sitting at the kneading a pile of dough. there's an opened bag of chocolate chips on the table that she occasionally eats out of, as well as a half drained bottle of vodka. did she sleep yet or did she just wake up?? impossible to tell. the only apparent thing is that she has succumb to the urge to bake her own bread. ]

[ bread and baklava, truly among life's greatest joys. ]

[ she hums quietly as she kneads, but the song is - odd. it's not something particularly recognizable, because she's mixed up a very old tune she only remembers pieces of and one of joe's favorite medieval ballads. she pauses a moment to take a sip from the bottle and shove a handful of chocolate chips in her mouth, then immediately goes back to the bread dough - but don't worry, she washed her hands! ]