3rd Floor Common Room, 6/6, Late Tuesday Afternoon

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe entered the common room, bag of groceries in hand. She set them down on the counter, and went to flick on the TV.

Nothing really interesting was on, so she turned it to the music channel. She'd never heard of any of the artists who were being played, but she figured it would be good background noise.

Going back to her groceries, she unpacked the bags, and got out a mixing bowl and spoon from the cupboard.

She set to work making cookies. Lots of cookies. Of all kinds.

[OOC: Open! Come in and help, come in and chat, come in and eat cookies, or just come in and ignore Tempe altogether. Cookie-types are completely moddable.]

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[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe waved at the boy juggling the soccer ball. "I don't know about everyone, but if so, I could definitely see why they would."

"Cookie?" she said, offering him the plate.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Yes, please," he said, setting the ball down on an end table as he took in the sheer variety of cookies. "Wow, you were busy. Hi, by the way. I'm Conner."

Introductions were good, because it didn't seem right to take someone's cookies before knowing their name.

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I suppose I was," Tempe replied. "There's something quirky with the ovens here. Everything baked really fast, so I ended up making a lot more, a lot faster."

"I'm Tempe. Very nice to meet you, Conner. And please, help yourself to the cookies. Take some for your friends, as well."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Tempe," said Conner, taking two of each and sampling one that looked like peanut butter chip. With his mouth still full, he said, "Oooh. Good stuff."

He paused, swallowed, and grinned apologetically. "Sorry."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"No problem. I'm glad to see that my cookies are delicious enough to elicit a talking-with-your-mouth-full response," Tempe said, grinning. "I don't usually get a chance to bake."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"You should do it more often," Conner told her, nodding. "These are awesome."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Tempe said, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "Glad you like them."

She bit into a peppermint chocolate swirl cookie.