Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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After a handwavy trip into town for ingredients, Sam took the carefully printed recipe out of her pocket and laid it on the counter. She'd memorized it by now, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to get some practice in before the workshop.

The fact that the recipe didn't involve an open flame? Well, that was just being prudent.

"So, double boiler...." She began hunting for the appropriate hardware.


[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to help, mock, or ignore her completely.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders waved. "You know, you were in my cabin, I swear, and I still don't remember your name. Which sucks of me, but hi."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe looked thoughtful for a moment. "You're probably right. Don't feel bad though, because I don't think we actually ever met. Unless of course we did, and I can't remember your name either."

"Hi. I'm Tempe," Tempe replied.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I don't think we did either." Anders walked over and held a hand out. "Anders. Nice to meet you, Tempe."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe shook the outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you as well, Anders. How are you enjoying the summer semester?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It's had its ups and downs," he admitted. "How 'bout you?"

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Mostly good. Except for the part where my boyfriend has abandoned me for God knows what," Tempe replied, thinking a little sadly about Sawyer.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders bit his lip. "Yeah, I know the feeling," he said quietly.

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe placed a hand on Anders' shoulder. "I'd tell you that everything will work out okay, but considering I barely believe that myself, I hardly think it would do any good."

"I know we don't know each other well yet," Tempe said. "But if you find you need someone impartial to talk to, I'm in Room 317, and if nothing else, I'll give you cookies and we can drink our sorrows away."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Cookies are good," Anders said with a smile. "I might be taking it easy on the drinking for a while, though. And just to be fair, I'm . . . well, technically I'm in 201, but I'm mostly hanging out in 225 these days if you ever want to find me. I usually have cupcakes."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Good plan," Tempe said. "It's always good to have a clear head when you're dealing with stuff around here."

"225, got it. And cupcakes! You're my kind of person. Do you bake them yourself?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes. Some days I'm not feeling up to it and I just buy 'em." Anders shrugged. "Nothing too fancy though, just warning you. It's just the mix-in-a-box stuff."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Ah, but Anders, it still takes talent to make cupcakes the right way, even if you have a pre-made mix," Tempe replied. "After all, you could still add too much or not enough of the liquid ingredients, you could bake them for too long, ice them too soon after they've come out of the oven..."

Tempe blushed. "Sorry, I'm rambling, I know."

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Anders laughed. "Ramble away. It's okay. Lords know I've messed up on the measurements a few times as it is, and I had one batch that came out tasting like I was trying to eat a sponge."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe giggled. "Oh, that can't have been good. It kind of reminds me of one of the first few times I tried to make cookies by myself. I didn't mix everything enough, and when they came out of the oven, they were as hard as a rock. Luckily, I've learned since then."

"So, have a preference on type of cookie? Or should I just bring an assortment when I visit?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Anything involving chocolate is good," Anders told her. "And yeah, you should've seen my first batch of cupcakes ever. I was picking eggshell bits out of my teeth for days."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe grinned. "Did you know you were supposed to separate the egg from its shell first? Or was it more a case of cracking the egg and then having the entire thing shatter in the bowl?"