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Second Floor Common Room [afternoon]

Rory didn't understand why people insisted she was such a bad cook.

She had like, an apron and everything. And she had washed her hands, because it was gross to cook and not do so beforehand. And how hard could it be? Measuring out stuff - it was just like chemistry, which she had been quite good at when she was at Chilton.

And besides, these were cookies. Even she and Anakin couldn't screw up cookies.

[Here for Anakin and Rory to fail miserably at making cookies, but all are welcome to stop by and watch or sample :)]

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Anakin walked in, a printout of a sand cookie recipe in one hand and a very small baggie of actual sand in the other.

"I told you, the sand doesn't actually add anything but grittiness to the recipe," he said. "But if you want the authentic thing, yeah, there needs to be sand."

"We can treat the sand like sprinkles," Rory said bouncily. "You know, optional."

"Obi-Wan sent it in a package this morning," Anakin said. "It's Tatooine sand--one of the Masters was there recently and thought I'd want it or something." His mouth twisted. "Don't know why."

He glanced down at the recipe, then at the neatly organized ingredients Rory had laid out. "Looks like we're ready," he said, smiling.

"We are!" She bounced again. "You don't have an apron," she noticed. "You're going to get, like, flour all over yourself."

Anakin blinked. "I don't own an apron," he pointed out. "I have nine of the exact same outfit." He raised an eyebrow. "Just don't throw flour on me, I guess."

"I'll try," Rory said, rolling her eyes. "Now, you're the one with the recipe. What do we do?"

Anakin looked down at the sheet. "Okay, we take the butter and the sugar and smoosh them together." He grinned. "Technical term."

"In a bowl?" Rory asked, holding up a mixing bowl. "Do we get to use a whisk?"

She looked very hopeful. Possibly just because she liked saying 'whisk.'

"In a bowl," Anakin confirmed, nodding. "Because on the counter just gets really messy." He looked at the whisk. "I suppose you could use that," he said. "I've always been a spoon guy myself."

"I have no idea how it's different aside from being more aerodynamic," Rory mused, carefully dropping ingredients into a bowl and hopping up to sit on a spare bit of counter. "But 'whisk' is a great word. Ooh, but it's also a verb, and you could probably whisk with a spoon."

She offered him the bowl. "Want to whisk? Or, well, smoosh?" She grinned. "I should use the technical term, after all."

Anakin picked up the bowl and the whisk and tried to whisk the butter and the sugar together.

Since the butter hadn't been left out to soften, this was going to take a little more work than he'd originally planned.

He frowned down at the bowl. "I don't remember it being this hard," he complained. "Must be the whisk."

He dropped the whisk onto the counter and then reached into the bowl, smooshing the two ingredients together with his hands.

Kinda gross, but it was working.

Rory raised an eyebrow. "If other people try the cookies, we're not telling them this part," she said, slipping off her watch and reaching into the bowl with both her hands as well.

Teamwork, you know.

"If it works, it works," Anakin said, shrugging. He accidentally covered Rory's fingers with his as he squashed butter and sugar together.

"Sorry," he said, looking not at all sorry.

Rory smiled. "It's okay."

A second later she accidentally ran her thumb over his buttery and sugary knuckles, and also accidentally tangled the fingers of their opposite hands together. "Sorry," she said.

She looked about as sorry as he had.

Anakin flashed her a quick smile. "Okay. I think now we need to, um, sift flour and baking soda together in a different bowl," he said, reading from the recipe. "Why does it need to be in a different bowl?" he asked.

"Because the recipe says so," Rory said. "It probably has to be that specific mixture before it reacts with the butter and sugar." She grabbed some paper towels and wiped off her hands, handing him a few to do the same. "And we want to do this perfectly, so I say new bowl."

Anakin made sure to wipe as much as the mixture off into the bowl as possible, then cleaned off his fingers. "Okay," he said. "Though I refuse on principle to be limited by what a piece of paper tells me to do."

Rory frowned. "But...the paper is right. We should do what the paper says. To do otherwise would make incorrect cookies. And I want them to be correct."

"It's limiting my creativity," Anakin complained, dumping flour into the bowl with a stunning disregard for how much of it was now covering every other surface in the common room.

Including him.

"Um," he said, wiping at his face. "Oops."

Rory blinked at him, her hair and general person lightly dusted with flour.

"See, this is why we need aprons," she said simply.

"I'm becoming one with my ingredients," Anakin said, nodding. "Okay, now we sift that other stuff in. Do we have a sifter?"

"I don't know what a sifter looks like," Rory admitted. "Maybe? We could improvise."

She found a colander. "This is kind of...sifty."

Anakin glanced at the recipe. "It's only a teaspoon of the stuff, so I guess it'll work," he said, shrugging.

"Yay!" Rory said, pleased. She carefully held the colander over one bowl. "Okay, and then what?"

"Then we dump the flour stuff into the sugar stuff," Anakin said, matching action to words.

Another puff of flour all over the kitchen from the Jedi.

There was a reason Obi-Wan didn't let him cook.

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