Support Services Meeting: 6th Floor Kitchen/dining area, Friday after classes

[thatsamilkshake]

Look, it's cold out there and there's a fuzzy bunny sitting on the counter who doesn't need to make the trip to the Perk again. The adventure to retrieve the large white chocolate mocha sitting next to her was chilly enough.

It's all about the bunny. Yes. Also about cookies. Come on, it's Francine.

Who could be found near the stove with a container of Quaker Oats in her hand and a smile on her face. Mostly because there was also a tray of chocolate cookies next to her.

"Okay so, I think everybody's had a chance to see that part of keeping Fandom running is keeping people happy, and nothing keeps people happy like cookies." Please. Try to argue that with her. "But not all of us know how to bake. And that's okay. You can learn, and I'd be happy to help teach people sometime, but there are also cookies you can make without ever turning on the oven!" She wasn't looking directly at anyone when she said that. Really. "These are no-bake chocolate oatmeal cookies, and these are rice krispy treats. You have to use the stove or the microwave to melt some of the ingredients, but this baby--" She tapped the oven. "Can stay cold."

"So. No-bake cookies. Just as tasty, easy to make, slightly less chance of burning the dorms down. Also, fun!" If sticky.

[OOC: Open and sticky!]

5th Floor Common Room | Evening | Friday | January 15

[therewaslife]

When Bod left the graveyard, he'd been on his own for everything. It'd taken awhile to adjust to that fact but after some time and a few missteps, he'd gotten used to fending for himself and looking out for himself.

It was during this time that he'd discovered a fondness for Chinese food. It was easily purchased, cheap and appetizing. So, it was nice to discover that Chinese food was easily found here and it was even better that it was really good.

Bod hadn't planned much past that for this evening. Chinese food in the common room with the lights out and the television screen providing any needed illumination seemed like a perfectly fine use of his time. It was kind of nice, he decided. Peaceful. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine himself back in the graveyard with the wind chilling his cheeks.

When he opened his eyes, he was still in the common room. Bod decided that wasn't so bad either.

[Open!]