Third Floor Common Room - Saturday afternoon

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly was glad to see that no one was using the kitchen on the third floor. She'd stopped by Dawn's room after a handwavey trip into town for supplies and it just seemed easier to use the kitchen on Dawn's floor since it was right here and available.

She set her bags with the ingredients for cookies on the counter and began looking for mixing bowls and cookie sheets. "I got enough so that we can make a double batch," she said to Dawn. "That way we don't have to worry about eating too many of the ones I'm making for Charlie to send to his friend. As long as we end up with about two dozen for him, all the rest are fair game." She grinned at Dawn over her shoulder.

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"What are your feelings on cookie dough?" Dawn asked, pulling some cookie sheets out of a cupboard and putting them on the counter. "And why does Charlie rate two dozen homemade Molly cookies?"

NFB! Secret! Shhh!

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"As long as some of it makes it to the oven, it's all good," Molly said with a laugh. She pulled out the bowls and other utensils she'd need and began to pull ingredients out of the bag.

"And Charlie gets cookies because..." she looked around for anyone near by and stepped closer to Dawn to speak quietly, "it's actually part of a cover story. We're working on getting Cam a really cool birthday present and Charlie mentioned that his friend liked cookies as code to let me know that things were going according to plan. Then I said I could make cookies for his friend." She stepped back and shrugged. "So, I'm just keeping up my end of the story."

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"So I'm helping do something covert?" Dawn gleed and bounced a little as she reached for the flour and a measuring cup. "And you have a date? With Jamie? Really? That's so cool!" She squeed. "Are you excited?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly giggled. "Yep. Covert cookies."

She pulled the recipe (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/967527.html?thread=51449191#t51449191) from last Monday's class out of her pocket and set it on the counter and slid a mixing bowl over to Dawn. "I'm going to start on the butter, sugar, vanilla and eggs. Can you measure everything else out?"

[chasingangela]

Angela waved from where she was munching on a cookie. "Hey Dawn, how have you been?" She HAD talked to Dean, but that seemed like a bad place to start with someone she didn't know that well.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Mortally humiliated after yesterday. How about you?" Dawn asked. "How's your neck? That feather thing looked heavy."

[chasingangela]

"Also humiliated," Angela said, rolling her eyes a little. "And yeah, it weighed 15 pounds, at least. You never think of feathers as heavy? But when there are so many..." She shook her head. "How was being a cavegirl?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Bridge says, wandering in to the third floor common room almost as if he were drawn there. "What's up?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Making cookies!" Dawn grinned at him. "Hopefully without mystical oops moments."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"No mystical oops in my cookies," Molly said firmly. "I've triple checked the ingredients and some of these are getting sent off island. We definitely don't want the weirdness escaping to the mainland."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yay cookies!" Bridge grins. "Especially the non-mystical-oops kind. Those're my favourite."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

After checking the Second Floor Common Room (no one there) Parker makes her way up to the Third. And sees her idea-person there. "Hey, Bridge. Do you have a few minutes? Or, possibly, longer?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sure, dude." Bridge says with a nod. "What's up?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I need your help. Your tracking skills, actually. The psychic ones." She sighed, and held out the Cracker Jack box. "I'm trying to find a guy who really, really likes this stuff."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

After leaving the lobby (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/753354.html?thread=53310410#t53310410), Tim poked his head in to see what was up.

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly noticed Tim and grinned.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Hey Molly, what's up?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Making cookies," she said simply.

[chasingangela]

Angela wandered into the common room after a long day of doing nothing in particular in her room. "Oooh, cookies?" she asked eagerly.

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Chocolate snickerdoodles," Molly said. "You want to try one?"

[chasingangela]

"Like in class? Sure," Angela said. "Marty ate most of mine."

She took one. "Not bad," she said, mouth full."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"I gave most of mine away too," Molly grinned. "I like this recipe. I'm glad they turned out good again."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean wandered in, having the same sixth sense of where there was food being made that everyone else seemed to develop at the school. "Hey," he said. "Cookies?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly glanced at Dawn briefly before smiling at Dean. "Yup. Chocolate snickerdoodles."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn glanced back at Molly. "Molly triple-checked the ingredients, so they should be safe. The dough was good."