Housewife Dreams.

I’m at some really fancy venue with the people from the EML. It is some kind of cooking competition and there are a couple more people in our group. There are recipe cards scattered around and people are picking the ones they want. I stand around awkwardly because I can’t cook any of the gourmet recipes that they have. AC pulls out a jar or something that we could recreate - it’s some sauce/spread thing. She takes a spoon and dumps it out everywhere and it’s this weird jello-y consistency. Then we sit down to the table to eat and waiters give us really dainty teacups. I turn away for a second and someone takes mine.