Third Floor Common Room, PIE!!! (6:00 pm)

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Students who saw this poster may have remembered to come by tonight to make pies for the principal. Half the pies will be eaten by the bakers.

Walter is in the common room with pie tins, premade crusts, a wide array of pie filling ingredients, both fresh and cheating with cans. He's in the middle of making real pie dough and doing a remarkable job of getting flour everywhere except on himself.

He waves cheerily to anyone who looks in and directs them to a couple of cookbooks sitting on the table next to a stack of glasses and an array of drinks that does not include any Wonka soda nor any root beer of any brand.

ETA: There is now a large box filled with Twinkies that just happened to each have a little sign that said "Vote for Victor" taped to them sitting near the baking ingredients.

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[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Alphonse!" Victor replied, waving back. "Having fun?"

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

He took a quick glance at the apples he was holding, which looked a bit deformed from the ameture peeling, and replied, "This is my first time trying to make something, actually. I hope this comes out okay..."

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"One of my friends used to say that the best thing about the first time is that you can only get better," Victor suggested helpfully.

[ooc: brb. need food.]

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and it turns out I might need to start knowing how to cook pretty quick, too. I think I'll skip risking trying the cafateria food."

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor shrugged. "I like the cafeteria food. Then again, I'm a mutant. Maybe one of my powers is an iron stomach.," he joked.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter leaned over and put his lips against Victor's ear, quietly murmuring something that might just sound like the words, "root beer."

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't count!" he murmured back with a pout.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Why not?" Walter drew back and looked at Al. "Don't you think something you consume should count whether it's soda or food?"