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Second floor common room: Tuesday afternoon

Jack had made a ~~handwavy~~ trip into town for supplies this morning, which he'd laid out on the kitchen counter. Everything one might need to make Devil's Food Cake. And everything one might need to make another, in case the first one went horribly wrong.

Sam was going to successfully cook something today if it killed him.

Why cake? It seemed appropriate given it was Sam's birthday, and there were two small packages sitting on the counter next to one of the bowls, wrapped in shiny silver paper.

Now all he needed was a Sam.

[ooc: open of course, just with very minor OCD. First thread locked to Sam, thanks. Now with cake!! Come and celebrate Sam's birthday and the survival of the common room!]

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"That was a gravity thing," Sam argued, "and an inertia thing. Not my fault."

She poured the dry ingredients into the sifter, medium-slowly, so there was some flour spatter.

"I think it might have been a Sam thing and a gravity thing," he laughed, brushing at the flour now adorning his shirt. "Either way, it's adorable."

"Hmmmm," she tried sifting, "adorable, huh?"

"Yup, adorable. Cute." He leaned over her shoulder, chest against her back, and nuzzled her neck. "Endearing, even."

Sam turned to kiss him, but didn't stop sifting, getting dry ingredients all over the counter. "Whoops."

"Okay, that was my fault." He chuckled as he brushed the spilled ingredients into his hand and dumped them back in the bowl. "Sorry."

"No distracting me," she ordered, then finished sifting things into the bowl, "and now what?"

"Now you add it to that," he pointed at the bowl under the mixer. "On low, a little bit at a time, until it's all mixed, and then add the coffee and vanilla and you will have created cake batter." He deliberately put his hands behind his back and said, "I'll stay over here unless you need help."

"The cake has chocolate and coffee in it?" Sam asked, feeling better about this. Maybe it wouldn't turn out that bad. "Can you add the vanilla? I think that's where I went wrong with the cookies."

She turned the mixer on low, then started adding little bits of the dry stuff.

"I can do that." Jack snagged the vanilla and measured it out, waiting for an opportune moment before pouring it in. "Yup, coffee and chocolate, there's just no way it can be bad."

Sam resisted the urge to poke the batter, mostly because it was rotating on the stand mixer. "You shouldn't have said that. I think you just jinxed the entire project."

"Nah, you're doing good." He leaned over to get a good look at the batter. "Really good, actually. It even smells good. Ready for the coffee?"

"Always," she grinned.

Jack slowly poured it into the mixer, kissed the top of her head, and went to get the pans ready. "Almost done."

"You promise?" Sam looked very, very hopefully at Jack.

"Awww, Sam." He set the greased trays next to the bowl and hugged her. "I promise. I'll even take care of the icing for you. And you know, there's a fortyish minute wait for them to be cooked, and my room is right down the hall."

And now she was torn. Jack and forty minutes and the danger of burnt cake, or perfect cake.

"That's very convenient."

"Isn't it?" He grinned and nudged her. "Pour the batter into those two pans, then we can put them in the oven and explore other possibilities while we wait."

"This I can probably do," she decided, giving the contents of the bowl a stir, then pouring half into one pan, then the rest into the other, getting only a little bit on the counter.

"Perfect." He scooped up some of the spilled batter and tasted it. "And delicious," he said, scooping up a bit more and holding out his finger. "Want to taste?"

"Of course," Sam licked the chocolate off of Jack's finger, very thoroughly. "Mmmm. Very chocolatey."

Jack's eyes went very dark. "Cake, ovens, now," he said huskily. "Half an hour isn't very long, but I know I can manage something you'll enjoy."

Sam opened the oven and slid the pans inside, "What about you?" She asked, pulling him towards her after she closed the oven with her foot, "I wouldn't want you not to have fun."

"Trust me," he said with a wicked smile as he started moving them towards the door. "I will."

Sam followed him, wondering how bad it would be if they accidentally burned down the common room.

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