Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

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.]

Comments

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"There's a twelve-step program for that?" Anders asked, surprised. "Wow. There's one for, like, everything then."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Step seven is cutting up all your mall discount cards."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"What's step twelve?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Crap. "Uh - returning to the mall a cured man?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't that bring you right back around to step one, then?" Anders asked.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude shook his head. "Nah, bro. By this point you're all cured of the addiction so you're totally cool."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"That makes sense." Anders flashed him a thumbs-up.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude nodded seriously. "Totally, bro."