Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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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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Dean wandered in. "Hey, cookies!"

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"Hep yursmef," Dawn offered from around a mouthful of cookie.

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"Thanks." Dean grabbed a handful and flopped down on the sofa. "So I handwavily talked to Dad He'll let me borrown the car this weekend so we can go puppy hunting." He waited till he was done to take a bite that was half a cookie.

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"Yay, cool!" Dawn bounced a little, grinning as she watched him. "There's frosting, too, if your sugar levels are low. I was too lazy to frost, but they're very dunkable. So, what kind of puppy? Pet store or shelter?"

Dean might not realize it, but taking Dawn into a building with lots of small animals that needed homes was probably not the wisest choice. "Ooo, will you teach me how to drive? I can't believe I finally get to see this car I've heard so much about."

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"Dunno, figure we can maybe check out both," Dean said with a shrug, his words a little slurred by cookie eating. "I don't really care where it's from, just as long as it's the right puppy."

He swallowed and grinned. "You've seen a facsimile of the car -- Dad uses it in his practical classes. Or at least he used it in the one make up class he had me run through with the other Dean."

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"Ohhhhhh," Dawn nodded. "Yeah, okay, that's definitely a cool car. I approve. How do you think we'll know the right puppy? I mean, just because you and I like it doesn't mean Sam will. Maybe he should be with us?" She bit her lip and worried a little. "But then it ruins the surprise..."

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"I'll know," Dean said confidently.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge wanders up to the third floor. Food, teenage boy, you all know the drill.

"Dawn!" he says with a wave. "Hi!"

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Dawn waved back. "Hi! I have cookies and frosting, but it's kind of a self-frosting thing. Help yourself."

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"Because you have puppy choosing mojo?" Dawn eyed him. "How did I not know this before?"

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Dean smirked. "I have choosing for Sammy mojo."

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"Hey, Bridge," Dean said, waving from his place on the couch, mouth full of cookies.

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"God, you two are weird," Dawn giggled. "What else have you successfully chosen for Sam, just so I know what I'm up against here."

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"His stuffed dog, for one. And lots of other stuff. Birthday and Christmas gifts and 'cheer Sammy up' gifts..."

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"Cheer Sammy up gifts?" Dawn almost awwwed, then remembered who she was talking to. "Does he have choosing for Dean mojo, too?"

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"He's pretty good at it, yeah," Dean said with a smile.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge waves back, snagging a cookie of his own. "Dean! How's it going, dude?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna colapsed into the common room.

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Dawn tossed a cookie at Alanna. "Hey. You okay?"

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"Thanks, dude!" Bridge bounces over to the cookies, and dips one (carefully) in the frosting. "So what's new in Dawnland?"

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Alanna caught the cookie. "I just had to interview my daughter for the paper. My brain hurts."

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"I got Buffy a good present once," Dawn remembered, "but she made me take it back to the store I, er, liberated it from."

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"Your...I'm sorry?"

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"I went to Giles's shop today and found out that there's a volcano deity that prefers non-virgins," Dawn said, wondering if that would be a good vacation spot. "What about you?"

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"Not much," Bridge admits. "Left a birthday message for Xander yesterday. Not that he'll, you know, actually *get* it on time but it's the thought that counts, right?"