Marron really hated how emergency crisis management didn't pause to accommodate her daily life. She haphazardly grabbed a piece of buttered toast and just half-ran to the Culinary Guild. Her anxiety was at its peak, and she only managed to get 5 hours of sleep.
Mokko took one look at her and pushed a large cup of coffee into her hands. "You'll be fine." She started chugging and nodded.
"Hopefully. I feel like a wreck."
Her bear guardian patted her on the back with his large paw. "It'll be fine. You'll see."
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She wanted a few minutes to compose herself, but when she arrived at the Guild practice kitchen, Chef Henrik was already there. A cup of steaming coffee was poised against his lips, and his expresion suggested he'd been waiting awhile.
Hopefully not to judge her too harshly.
"Good morning, Louvel. Our class isn't due for another two hours."
"Yes, Chef." It was a large practice kitchen that could comfortably seat around 30 students, but they were the only ones there.
