[ Personal? Mary's power is as personal and impersonal as it gets. Too easy to step away from herself; too quaint to be anything else (a tiger is an excellent idea). Always and forever, Mary wears the skin of the dead, her steps walking on the foibles of others, and still there's a sheepish grin over her shoulder while biting some stray batter off her thumb. Still she can smile as if she were ten and the world still had fairies and dreams. ]

With it? Well, it's been a...learning experience, but you don't need to worry about me.

[ No, no, don't waste any tears for this one. She refrains from speaking further, but only while finishing up the cupcake pans. There's one knock against the counter's edge with her right hand before she slides them in, then two with her left once she closes the door (like a lucky habit). ]

You might be able to shed some light on a certain dilemma I've had regarding it. ...But first, is that ready to be chilled? Does it need egg whites?

[ And can she sneak some of it, too??? Yes? Thanks! I mean he's snogging with an orange. ]