Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn sprawled out across one of the chairs, leaning against one arm and her legs hanging over the other, reading a book she'd found somewhere--Deep Six--The Further Adventures of Lt. Tibbs, by Thom E. Gemcity. The prose was a little more flowery than it needed to be, but as a crime novel, it wasn't bad. The Thom guy needed to do a little more research, though. There was no way the stuff or people he was describing actually existed in real life.

Occasionally, she dipped one of the sugar cookies on the plate on the table (baked fresh from the Pillsbury tube o' doughy goodness) into one of the flavors of frosting, and scooping some up. Oooh, dark chocolate this time.


[ooc: Open, and full of almost homemade cookies, as such things are.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It wouldn't scare me off and any sister of mine would deserve a guy at least as great as me." Dean grinned.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so modest," She snorted, though she didn't disagree. "You mean you wouldn't have been scared if I'd been dating you and you'd met my entire family at one time and they'd been all menacing and stuff?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean made a show of considering it. "Not enough to give you up."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Awww, that's sweet," Dawn reached over and hugged him, "A little psychotic, but sweet."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. I think."