Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

After leaving a note for Cally to tell her to come up and find him when she gets up, Anders clanks his way up the stairs to the third floor, baking paraphernalia and cupcake makings in hand (well, in bags really). There's actually nobody in his common room for once, but he's not taking the chance on the huge audience that inevitably seems to congregate in there anyway.

Because there is cupcake baking about to happen here, and he doesn't feel like having his floormates witness his humiliation. Which of course means some of them will probably find their way up here.

Anders sets out all his ingredients, unpacks the brand new mixer, washes the mixing bowl and cupcake tins, and then settles in to stare at the baking directions for a while.

Maybe they'll make sense after a bit.

Comments

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"The toaster doesn't like her so it blows up when she tries to make toast?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"All toasters don't like me," Cally says. "It's just something that happens. Frakkin' toasters."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Bizzare. Maybe it's something about where you're from? Like, do the toasters hate you or Lee or Kara or Anders? But not Sharon and Biers?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Nope, just me. I'm a toaster killer." Cally shrugs. "It kinda sucks. 'Cause I like toast."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"And this is what you have me around for," says Anders, rubbing her shoulder. "Well, one of the things you have me around for. 'cause I've never had a problem with toasters yet. We're gonna need a new one now, though."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... but you need to pay attention to your cupcakes... I'll clean up the toaster mess." Cally scuffs the floor with her toe. "Sorry, champ."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey. It's okay, coach, honest." Anders gives her a quick hug and a kiss on the nose. "I've got some cereal and milk in the fridge, too, if you want to bring that up. Granola, not like the scary sugar-cube stuff Echolls had yesterday."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Naw, I'm okay. I'll just... give this thing a proper burial, or something," Cally says, picking up the broken toaster pieces and dropping them in the trash. "Frak you, toaster. No one loved you either," she says. "There, that's a good eulogy."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Good one, coach," Anders tells her with a grin. "Okay. Cupcake making (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/484867.html?thread=23060227#t23060227), here we come."