You live(?) at an inn and tavern called the Comet? At the very least, you're very used to working in their kitchen, and you're allowed in there when it's closed.
You're baking some cookies for younger orphaned kids in the neighborhood.
A boy around your age comes in to find you at it, and he teases you for being sweet. You're embarrassed and grumpy, but he's also your best friend, and you can't even really bring yourself to be annoyed. What a jerk.
When the cookies come out of the oven, the other boy is really impressed by the way you decorated them, which is embarrassing — and then, suddenly, frustrating beyond words. Why did it have to be cookies.
You stalk out of the kitchen to get cleaned up, and the memory ends.
Notables—
You and your best friend look somewhere between this (~12) and this (~16/17); your hair's down past your shoulders, but you have it up in the kitchen.
If you've seen Memory #1, you'll probably recognize him as the boy from that memory; he has the same spiky blond hair and blue-green eyes.
There's signage in the tavern, listing the menu and prices. The very observant, who are inclined to zero in on such things, may be able to catch just enough of a glimpse of what's written to notice that it's definitely not in English or Japanese.
Internally—
Man, you were even more of a sullen tsun as a teenager.
Your best friend might be kind of dangerous in the kitchen?
.......You liked thinking he was kind of impressed by you, but you hated knowing he was impressed over something as stupid and pointless as cookie decorating. It doesn't count.
Memory #7
Summary—
- You're fifteen.
- You live(?) at an inn and tavern called the Comet? At the very least, you're very used to working in their kitchen, and you're allowed in there when it's closed.
- You're baking some cookies for younger orphaned kids in the neighborhood.
- A boy around your age comes in to find you at it, and he teases you for being sweet. You're embarrassed and grumpy, but he's also your best friend, and you can't even really bring yourself to be annoyed. What a jerk.
- When the cookies come out of the oven, the other boy is really impressed by the way you decorated them, which is embarrassing — and then, suddenly, frustrating beyond words. Why did it have to be cookies.
- You stalk out of the kitchen to get cleaned up, and the memory ends.
Notables—- You and your best friend look somewhere between this (~12) and this (~16/17); your hair's down past your shoulders, but you have it up in the kitchen.
- If you've seen Memory #1, you'll probably recognize him as the boy from that memory; he has the same spiky blond hair and blue-green eyes.
- There's signage in the tavern, listing the menu and prices. The very observant, who are inclined to zero in on such things, may be able to catch just enough of a glimpse of what's written to notice that it's definitely not in English or Japanese.
Internally—