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

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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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"True," Tempe replied. "But some obliterate that respect like a man-eating bear on a sugar-high." It was possible she'd eaten too many cookies.

"You get free rein to laugh if it happens again," Tempe replied. "But I think next time I'll wear a hazmat suit. Because, inside a container, glitter is certainly a hazardous material."

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"Your analogy power is strong," Peter commented as he tried not to laugh. He grew more serious as he asked, "has someone been rude to you or insulted you in any way?"

"Hazmat suit? I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with the term."

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Tempe looked at Peter quite seriously, and said, "Yes, actually. It was on the first day of school, too. I'm told it wasn't the type of thing that usually happens here, and not to judge everyone by that one example, but it wasn't a very nice welcome."

Sure, she'd tried to forget about Bel's rudeness, but it still cut deep.

"It's a suit that one wears when handling hazardous materials, such as unidentified chemicals, and highly infectious micro-organisms."