Ash's Art Appreciation, Studio Session #Ash Has Lost Track

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Ash hands everyone who walks into studio today a sausage inna bun. His shoes smell faintly of burnt rubber. Perhaps Ash may have had a strange and whimsical trip through locker 327. And found someone selling Sausages. Inna bun. Which he bought. All of them.

Today, there are freshly baked sugar and gingerbread cookies laying out. There are various colored frostings as well. The chalkboard reads:

"Merry Holidays, kids. Decorate a cookie or two, and take them home with you."

[ooc: Sorry about the lateness. Had a final and -totally- blanked about class.]

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Barbossa had never run into a food item he was afraid of eating.

He chowed down on two sausages inna bun, didn't die, and began decorating some gingerbread cookies.

No points for guessing what they look like.

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(retroactively returns some of the cookies she stole for the line party for you to decorate. ;-)