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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"I just don't like the taste," Sam answered. "Reminds me of cough syrup."

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Anders swung himself up to sit on the counter. "Ever notice that red cough syrup is about the only thing in the world that just . . . tastes red?"

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"Yeah," Sam nodded, making a face. "Which is part of the problem."

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"That makes perfect sense now."

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"Thank you!" Sam hugged him quickly, "I'd recommend the blue, but I'm kind of off Jell-o for the next few months, at least."