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Baking wasn't necessarily her strong suit, but Christa wanted to at least make something to bring to both Genevieve and Jada as thanks for their friendship this year. It would mean something substantial to bring them a handmade, homemade gift rather than an item bought on a meager salary. Both of them being women of wealth, it was highly unlikely Christa could afford something they would want that they didn't already possess. With money, both women had more than enough house to live comfortably, beautiful sports cars, pools, hired staff and wardrobes chock full of the latest couture items. A librarian's salary could hardly touch such opulence.

It didn't bother her much, however. Christa was a woman of meager means, as was the rest of her family. After the divorce, her father's income was the sole source of money for the household until both she and her brother could enter the working world. Their father made decent money, and his children were not left wanting or starving. Christa was thankful for her father's hard work and diligence - traits that seemed to be passed on to both of his children.

It was with this diligence that Christa mixed the batter, spooned each potential cookie onto the baking sheet and placed the first batch into the oven. They were peanut butter cookies (as both Jada and Genevieve didn't have peanut allergies that she was aware of) made from a recipe Christa found online. In the depths of her modest one-bedroom apartment, the smell of fresh cookies started to waft through the air. With a timer set on her phone, the gray haired young woman set about tidying up the place. Despite not having any guests over for many months at a time, she knew she'd be drawn into a book if she sat down to read, and would ignore the timer and burn the cookies. It would be such a waste of effort!

Taking up a Swiffer duster, the apartment had been neglected in favor of assisting Scylla and her other senshi duties. If she could live on her moon, she would. It would certainly be cheaper, though Christa wasn't sure food would be secure. Spending so much time on the moon, the young woman got a feel for the usual weather patterns. It was a mild moon with delicate, sweet winds wafting from an ancient ocean. Rolling green hills painted a beautiful portrait of a Scottish landscape the likes of which were unseen on Earth.

Can't catch me~!

Christa looked up from her dusting of picture frames and book spines. Looking over her shoulder, she knew she was alone in the apartment. The voice was fleeting, an echo, tiny and high-pitched.

Like a gremlin.

With a sigh, Christa rolled her eyes. In all her time as a senshi, these bizarre holiday happenings were nearly considered normal. Being the Senshi of Madness, she wasn't so surprised anymore. Perhaps her magic was starting to seep into her very being, and as a civilian, she was still subjected to it. Even her olfactory senses were being effected - thought Christa knew logically that she baked peanut butter cookies, the distinct scent of gingerbread was what her nose was detecting.

Can't catch me~!

"Perhaps I don't want to catch you." she muttered, looking down at the cellphone left face-up on the coffee table. The timer was nearly up. "Unless you have a first edition copy of a book on my wishlist, I've no interest in catching you."

If it was anyone else, they might be terrified of a sudden ghostly voice invading their private space and taunting them. Christa?

Christa was just annoyed.


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