Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[omgnochecksyet]

Look, while Eric's experiences in Fandom had managed to largely rid him of the fainting-goat response to danger, he still wasn't the type to go seek it out willingly. So yes, he'd spent most of the weekend inside.

The moment the power came back on, though, that's when he could do what he did best: bake.

And so it was that Sunday evening, in a span of time that bordered on 'improbably short', he managed to fill his common room with an assortment of freshly-baked goods in celebration.

[ooc: come in and partake of baked goods that were created without the monetary assistance of a god of mischief!]