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No doubt about it, living in a half-empty village was weird. Or was that half-full? Wyvern pondered the implications of that. Yep, she definately liked "half-empty" better, not because she was a pessimist (though she did tend to be morose at times), but because half-empty implied the feelings of loneliness and discomfort that she felt as she walked among the not-quite abandoned houses. After all, someone had to have lived there and left before they could be considered abandoned.

Also, nobody ever drowned in a half-empty bathtub; just the half-full ones. Her lips quirked at that.

More plodding steps along her meandering path (had she passed that house before? probably; everything looked so similar on the outside) eventually led her to her destination: the lodge. After playing the hermit in her house for a while, Wyv decided it was time to be neighborly. The clink of her jars was reassuring and she slipped a hand in her satchel just to hold the glass containers. Right, she had a reason to do this- these would be her blue-otter's friends and family. Best to start getting to know people now.

That, and something smelled really good.

She entered noisily- something about unscuffed floors annoyed her and she planned to remedy that.

(( Edited 'cause I can't stand my own misspellings. >< ))

Chao simply nodded as Abbey added her compliments, contenting herself to take small bites of her cookie.

At the sounds of another Guardian entering the Lodge she couldn't help but shake her head slightly. "Magnet of the baking world," she repeated, somehow making the words sound darkly ominous before turning her attention to Jizzy, "want me to dry them Jizzy?" she asks, motioning to the dishes the other girl was currently washing as she grabbed a nearby towel and walked over to the sink.

"Thanks Chao. I'd appreciate that.."

Jizzy said smiling, sounding a bit more mellow that ussual. Cooking relaxedher, that's why she did it so much and she loved seeing people appreciate her cooking. She cooked for others, not for herself.

"The baker would be me.. Wyv.. is it? I think I remember you from the docks.."

She said, smiling and taking a seat with a sigh. She still didn't touch the cookies, she wanted them to have as many as they wanted.

"Mmmfph," Wyv swallowed her treat with a loud gulp. "I'd have to say I'm jealous. I've never seen a man with a chocolate sense as finely tuned as that of a woman. But then," she said with grin, "I dunno everybody. And the world's a big place."

She turned her attention back to Jizzy. "Yus, that's me. Wyvern's Scale, at your service. Wyv or Wyvern, if you prefer." She gave a little-half bow, bending as much as her seated position allowed. "You'll have to forgive me, I'm not good with names and/or faces, so I, uh, don't actually remember your names." Wyv made a face expressing her frustration.

Sin had wondered down out of the residential area of the island, and down into the more commerical, if such a place existed, area. She pushed the door to the lodge open, wondering who would be in there.

She popped her head in, "Hello? Anyone here?" She said, faintly smelling cookies.

Sin walked tennatively into the room. "Hey..." She offered her hand. "I'm Sin, we met briefly, but I didn't catch your name."

She glanced around the room. It looked nice, and the kitchen area looked particularily inviting. She shifted from one foot to the other. This place looked comfortable.

"It's very nice to meet you." Sin smiled, pushing her hair out of her eyes. She reached out and took a cookie, not knowing what to expect, because cookies were not an exact science, and she had had many failed cookie expirements.

She sighed, and took a bite. "It's good!" She exclaimed looking at the cooking questioningly. "What's in it?"