Baking Night (2nd Floor Dorms)

[janet_fraiser]

Janet wasn't going to the memorial bonfire. It wasn't that she didn't care, it was just-- She short-circuited that train of thought and grabbed a bag of supplies from the corner of her closet. There was another bag in the fridge, and she grabbed her cartoon slippers before heading to the common area kitchen that Lee usually used to make toast.

She emptied the supplies for chocolate chip cookies onto the table--carefully, in the case of the carton of eggs--and started measuring out flour.

And if this was what she and Cassie did on the bad days back in Colorado, no one else needed to know that.


OOC: Open to anyone!

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[janet_fraiser]

"Not yet," said Janet. "Apparently cookies-to-be smell just as good before they get in the oven, though." She started mixing the butter, sugar, and vanilla together carefully.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John peers over her shoulder and down into the bowl. "What kind are you making?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet grins at him. "Chocolate chip and walnut," she says. "You're not allergic to nuts, are you?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Definitely not." Not really intending to, John does make a playful attempt at reaching his hand into the cookie batter.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet reaches out without looking and whaps his hand. "No eating the cookie dough before it's baked," she says, as she double-checks the temperature she should have the oven at. "Raw eggs. Not healthy."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ew, don't get Crichton cooties in the cookies!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Soooo... nametag?" Parker asks, perching next to the oven. "Mitchell told me to ask."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Mitchell is an idiot," John says and shoves his nametag in his pocket. "It says John Crichton on it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Whyyyy do I think you're lyyyying, Crichton?" Parker grins, then eyes his pocket. "Hmmmmm...."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Because you have trust issues, Parkie." John keeps his hand firmly over his pocket.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker slides off the counter, and crosses her arms. "Soooo. Mitchell's an idiot, but your nametag is just a nametag? Tchah. Try again."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Go eat some cookies," he scowls and thinks about just ripping the nametag to shreds. "And Cam is an idiot."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker chuckles, and moves off toward the cookies, but makes a note to ask Mitchell about it later.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet laughs and pulls a batch of cookies out of the oven.