fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room- Wednesday afternoon

With absolutely nothing to do today, Anders wandered next door into the common room with the leftover cupcakes from last night and flopped into one of the armchairs. "Hey, Parker."

"Hey, Daisy." Parker looked up from her book, and cocked her head at the cupcakes. "Yummies for me?"

"Parker." Anders shook his head. "Would I be crazy enough to bring treats into the room when you're there, and not share them?"

He held the box out toward her. "Have at 'em."

Parker fished out one with red sprinkles and grinned. "So, did you make these? Keeping up with the culinary delights since our weekend of teeniness?"

"What? Naw, I didn't make these." Anders laughed uneasily. "Not in the mood to deal with the oven this week, after the trauma in cooking workshop."

"Which trauma is this?" Parker asked, taking a bite of the cupcake. "What were you trying to make?"

"It was me, Carter, and a recipe for crepes," Anders told her. His tone of voice indicated that the statement should explain everything.

It probably did.

"I'm just glad I brought the fire extinguisher."

Parker started giggling around the cupcake, then stopped to chew. "Okay. How did you guys end up needing it? And are you sure you should be taking that class?"

"Well, I did okay with the cupcakes, and pancakes and stuff. Maybe I got too ambitious," Anders said as he fished out a cupcake for himself and started peeling back the paper. "And there was hot oil, and splattering, and open flames. Apparently making the pan heat faster by turning the fire all the way up isn't a good idea."

Parker chortled, and shook her head. "I'm glad I had Jarod showing me how to make omelettes, then. I have a feeling I would've made your same mistakes, if he hadn't been there to stop me. Although I'd think between you and Carter, you guys could figure it out."

"She was talking about building a bunker around the stove," said Anders. "I'm kind of wishing we had."

Parker grinned and shook her head again. "Have you made *anything* edible in that workshop?"

Anders thought about it. "Maybe if you carved the outside off my brownies."

Parker snickered again.

[ooc: and I'm outta here. Later!]

Anders rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I will either make something edible by the end of that class, or end up accidentally burning that entire wing of the school down."

[OOC: Off in a bit myself. Bye!]

Parker grinned and shook her head again. "Have you made *anything* edible in that workshop?"

Alanna came into the common room, Faithful padding alongside her. "Fig pudding is yucky."

"Okay." Parker nodded. "Triscuits are good?"

"What's a Triscuit?" Alanna sat down on the couch and looked out the window.

"Wheat cracker. What's up with the pudding reference?" Parker reached out to scratch Faithful behind his ears.

"It's raining pudding. Yesterday's was chocolate. Today is fig." Faithful purred.

"Ugh. I didn't go out yesterday, all my workshops were in the Danger Shop." Parker peered out the window mistrustfully. "I heard about the coffee pond. Has that gone away yet?"

"No clue. But I was enjoying the pudding." Faithful snorted. "That's one way to put it." "Traitor." "Crazy person."

Parker laughed. "Faaaaithful? Something you want to share?"

"She had five bowls." "Four." "Four and a half." "Four. And they were small." Faithful stuck his tongue out at Alanna. Alanna did the same back at Faithful.

Parker snickered. "Bets on tomorrow being buttorscotch or vanilla, then? Although, it'd be great if there was no more pudding, I suppose. At least if the next one is blood pudding."

"One: ew. And two: I hope it's lemon. Or some other type of food. Wouldn't it be cool if it was raining noodles?" "You're strange."

"~If all of the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops, oh what a rain it would be,~" Parker sang. "Can't say I'm loving the reality, though."

Alanna was a bit confused. "Why not?"

"There are sanitary issues." She looked at Alanna, then grinned. "Which, of course, don't bother you."

Alanna stuck her tongue out at her. "They do. I'm actually very finicky. But I have very keen methods of making sure my food is good for consumption."

"Oh, that's right, I think you told me once, and I forgot." Parker still looked amused. "Good to know it's a very clean pudding rain, then."

"Have a cupcake instead?" offered Anders, holding the box out.

"Cupcakes are good." Alanna said and reached over to grab one.

"They went pretty well with the chocolate pudding. This? Not so much," Anders said a little sadly.

"I know. Couldn't it have been, I don't know, lemon pudding or something? At least it would be edible."

Anders nodded. "I actually kind of like tapioca, but it looks kind of gross splattered everywhere, so no."

"Tapioca? Never had that."

"It's kind of weird," he told her. "Vanilla, I think, with little chewy bead sort of things in it. Most people think it's gross, but I guess I'm weird too."

"You go here, of course you're weird. And that does sort of sound gross."

"You're onto something there," Anders admitted. "But it might be less messy than fig pudding. Bleah."

Tim passed the common room on his way up to his room, and decided to stop for a chat. He had a few scrapes on his face and looked disgruntled.

Second Floor Common Room- Wednesday afternoon

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