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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[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Nervous about tonight's workshop (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/891478.html), Tim decided fretting in his room was doing him no good at all, so he headed into the common room, from which nice smells were emanating.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

After his conversation with Alec last night, Tyler had decided to stay out of his room as long as he could. He was sure the conversatiopn would have repurcussions, and he didn't want to deal with them right then.

Which was how he found himself in the third floor common room. "Tempe!," he greeted. "What are you doing?"

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Tim!"

Tempe waved as he entered. She held the plate of cookies out to him. "Cookie?"

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Making cookies," Tempe replied, grinning. She held the plate piled high with cookies out to him. "Want one?"

Then, as if to sweeten the deal, she said enticingly, "There are assorted varieties..."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

The smell of cookies was wafting out into the hall and pulled Peter into the Common Room. He realised he didn't know the girl who was making the cookies, but he hoped she'd want hardy taste testers. He bowed to her and nodded to the other boys in the room.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Evening Tyler," Peter said with a nod. "How goes it?"

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe grinned and waved at Peter. "I don't think we've met yet. I'm Tempe."

She held out the plate with the cookies. "Cookie?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Ooo!" Tim grinned. "thanks!" He took a chocolate chip one. "Mmmm, fresh." he said. "Any special occaision?"

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter smiled back at the girl. "We've not, I'm sure. I'm Peter Pevensie. And with greetings like biscuits, I can honestly say it's lovely to meet you."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Nope. Just felt like making cookies today," Tempe said, taking a bite of a snickerdoodle.

"Plus, I thought it might draw more people I haven't met out of their rooms."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Very nice to meet you as well, Peter," Tempe said, grinning once again.

Then she giggled. "I think I may have found the key to making friends around here."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Every time I've seen food come out, a crowd has formed around it." He looked around. "I doubt you'll have any left before the night's out." He snagged a cookie off the platter and tried it. "These are very good! What kind are they?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim nodded. "I haven't been here long, but I'm pretty sure food is a good way to draw people. So you're really going for the sociable thing eh?" he smiled.

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe looked at the cookie he was eating, trying to remember which kind it was. "Um, I think that one's peanut butter chocolate chip. But there are plenty of other kinds as well," she said, as she indicated the gingerbread, snickerdoodle, chocolate chip, and oatmeal raisin ones occupying that particular plate.

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe grinned shyly. "Well, I figure it's better than hiding in my room all the time reading. It's nice to have people to talk to from time to time. Plus, if I get carted off by a giant glitter monster later this summer, someone might actually notice that I'm gone."

"...not that I'm planning to get carted off by any such monsters," Tempe added, shaking her head slightly.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Have you been baking all day then?" Peter asked, looking at the multitudes of cookies. "I'm not sure I've ever seen so many kinds of biscuits outside of a bakery."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure many people plan on that." Tim said. "At least not without safewords and extensive negotiation before hand." *blink* "I have no idea where that came from."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"For the last couple of hours, at least," Tempe said, also eying the number of cookies she'd made. "They baked really quickly, actually. Much faster than I would've thought. Maybe it's something about the ovens."

She munched on a gingerbread cookie.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner was in kind of a bad mood after getting detention in archery class, but the smell of cookies took the edge off of that.

"Does everybody bake cookies around here?" he asked, juggling his soccer ball as he walked in. "I knew I liked this place."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe's eyes widened. "I...can't believe you just said that," she said incredulously.

However, the shock and incredulity was quickly taken over by a fit of giggles.

*giggle*

"Safewords."

*giggle*

"Negotiation."

*gigglesnort*

"Ahem. Sorry about that. Just struck me as funny."

She crammed the rest of her cookie in her mouth to stifle the rest of the giggles.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"I have nothing but joy for Fandom on days like these," Peter said with a wink. "So, tell me, Lady. Are you part of our group of new students or have you been here the whole time?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I always want cookies," Tyler smiled. He took a peanut-butter one. "Did you make this?" he asked, mouth full.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Well better you amused than horrified or offended." Tim said, his face the same color as his hair.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Not too bad," Tyler said. "Other than the black eye. I think I'm sticking to swords next time I fight."

"How are you?"

[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.