Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

Isabel decided that rather then go crazy and attempt to make multiple types of cookies, it was easier to just make a single kind in bulk. She's currently mixing what appears to be a metric ton of sugar cookie dough. There's an assortment of cookie cutters and a mulitude of icings and sprinkles to decorate the baked cookies with. Carols are playing and Isabel is making a very hard effort to be cheerful.

[Come have cookies!]

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, my head is fine," Molly told her. "I was just asleep. No lasting injury; I was all better when I woke up."

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Molly sighed. "I missed everything. Again! I only got the radio recap after I was fully awake on Monday morning."

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Molly grinned back. "Go you!" Then she shrugged. "Everybody ended up getting out okay in the end, right? If the bells hadn't made the trolls leave, you would have gotten everyone out eventually."

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Buffy thinks it'll be evil aliens. I'm afraid to make a guess."

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-12-13 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Molly laughed at that.

"Okay, this dough is all rolled out. I'm ready for the cutters."