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Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Night.

Turtle was partially bored and Turtle had been sitting in her room, trying to think of even more ways to try to situate herself in a standing where she'd be a good, easy choice for her fellow sophomores to vote in to represent them in the student council. A small rumble from her stomach and a reminder of her sweet tooth had the perfect idea: food, of course! Sweet, to be specific! Cupcakes!

There was one problem. Turtle wasn't exactly much of a cook. Bad cupcakes could have bad results. She considered just going to J,GOB, getting some, and sharing them, but that didn't seem to reflect well on her tenacity. She thought a little harder.

Oh, sure, there were still J,GOB cupcakes there, yes, for those who wouldn't want to wait. But Turtle had also picked up a great many supplies for the opportunity for people to make their own cupcakes to their own tastes, the things scattered all around the kitchen and a ridiculous amount of pans and toppings and everything. Quite a nice spread. And, subtly, a seemingly unfinished "Vote for Turtle" sign placed on the counter, as if Turtle had merely just paused her work for the 'spontaneous' cupcake smörgåsbord.

Now, hopefully some people who could actually make them well would show up. Currently, though, Turtle was trying her hand at ultra-sugar-Pixi-Stix-Gumboreo Cupcakes.

[[ open! come! Make cupcakes! ~~bonus points for exploding ones~~ ]]

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Staring a little at the somewhat excessive exuberance, Beauty grinned nonetheless and nodded as she sorted through the barrage of questions and information.

"Yes, I'm down in 218, so just a few doors down from you, I guess. I am new, a junior. And thank you, it's a nickname actually, but I guess it's an interesting one. Is...Turtle your real name?"

Possibly she might have to try herself one of these 'pixie sticks'.

Oh, crap. Not a sophomore. Turtle's nose wrinkled for a moment as her trap lured in the wrong kind of fly, but maybe Beauty has some sophomore friends that she could help influence, so her smile definitely remained. "Nope!" she answered with a nod of her head. "Sister gave it to me when I was little so it just kind of stuck, and it's infinitely better than my real name, oh man! It's terrible."

Beauty laughed, and nodded in understanding. "That's the same thing as happened to me, except I picked my own nickname. But I did it because I didn't like my given name."

She picked up one of the purple pixi stix and eyed it thoughtfully. "How do you eat them?"

Turtle, of course, was tempted to ask Beauty what her real name was, but then Turtle would have to give hers, too, and there was no way that was happening. She grinned a little as Beauty gave the Pixi Stix the eye. "Just rip off one of the ends," she instructed. "Be careful that the sugar settles all on the other end so you don't spill a bunch of it, and then just....pour it in your mouth." Turtle reached for a blue one. "Like this." Tilting her head back, she demonstrated, pouring a steady stream of blue sugar into her open mouth. "So good."

An equal exchange of names would only be fair, wouldn't it? Beauty wasn't any more inclined to share that information than Turtle was, though, so they were both safe for the time being.

She watched as the girl inhaled the blue sugar, and made a face. That looked dangerous in so many ways. "And it tastes good?"

"Depends," Turtle grinned, setting her head back at the normal angle and nodding at Beauty's choice of purple. "It's a grape flavor, so if you don't like grape flavor, you probably won't like it, but if you do? I mean, it's just flavored sugar. You can't go wrong."

"Well, I like grapes..." Beauty said uncertainly. Although she wasn't sure how you would flavor something to taste like grapes if there weren't any grapes in it.

"Maybe I'll try it later. May I help you with the baking? I'm not very good at it, but I know enough to measure and stir."

Turtle smirked. "Don't know what you're missing," she warned, but her head bobbed in a nod. "Help would be great, though. Maybe with our forces combined, we could make a decent batch. This one is about finished to go into the pan and then the oven, so maybe if you wanted to get started on the next one and then we'll decide what else might go in?"

"That much, I can do. I used to help my sisters cook, so I'm good at taking directions, too." She smiled at Turtle, and then found an empty bowl and started measuring out the ingredients from the recipe.

Good thing she'd been dressed to go to the stables. It took about a minute and a half for her to wind up covered in flour.

Which, to Turtle, was a good sign. Cooking was more fun when you got messy doing it. Or, in her case, that the kitchen got trashed when you did it.

"So, where are you from, Beauty?" she asked, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she went to try to pour the batter into the waiting tray of bright, colorful cupcake papers. "I'm from this time period, but a different place. Same country and everything, though, which is mostly just boring."

Since Turtle didn't scold her for making a mess, Beauty didn't worry about the mess. The important part was getting the food made properly anyway.

"Different time and different country, but..." She thought about what Sora had said. "The same world, I guess? I mean, we seem to share the same history."

Turtle's head bobbed in a nod, still pouring carefully. "The whole weird dimension thing, then, yeah," she mused. "It gets so confusing if you think about it too much. Adjusting okay, though? I love it here, myself. So much better than my last school."

"It's so far beyond me to even try and figure out what people are talking about in that regard," Beauty agreed, "that I don't even try. Different time and place is good enough for me."

She swiped her hand -- and some more flour -- across her forehead and then began to carefully mix in the liquid portions. "I think I'm adjusting pretty well, honestly. I like taking classes, and I've met some really nice people. It's the first time I've ever been in a proper school, but I've always wanted to go to one so I'm very happy to be here."

It also meant putting off the revelation of whatever fate awaited her at the castle, so she was silently grateful for that as well.

Turtle set aside the bowl and started smoothing out the batter in the paper wraps, which, to her, meant patting it with a spatula a little more than necessary. But it did make a cool sound. "That's good. I would ask how your classes are, but you're probably sick of all those kinds of questions by now."

"I don't mind talking about my classes, but I'm afraid so far I don't have a lot to say about them. Except that I like one of them very well, I like the subject matter of one but think the teacher is mad, and I have no idea how I ended up in the third but I'm determined to stick it out just from pure muleheadedness."

She grinned sideways at Turtle, and stuck her finger into the batter for a taste test. "Oh!" Beauty suddenly got the point of what Turtle was doing. "They're miniature cakes!"

"Mad teacher?" Turtle asked, smirking excitedly. "It's not Mister Deadpool, is it? Oh, geez, I'm going to feel like such a tool if you're in feminism with me and I completely didn't notice. And, yeah! Miniature cakes, but somehow more awesome? Possibly because they are miniature. I don't know. But they're good!"

"Yes! I am in that class, and now I feel awful for not recognizing you." To be honest, though, Beauty mostly kept her head down and stayed quiet. Except for the pirate argument. "I like the subject, although I'll have to do some history research because I don't understand some of the references."

She smiled, nodding at Turtle's assessment of the cupcakes. "The batter tastes good, at any rate. So I think that's a good sign? I guess I'm supposed to put that colored sugar stuff in now?"

Grinning with a chuckle, Turtle explained that Beauty didn't have to, "but I like how it adds a little something extra to the cupcakes. And Mister Deadpool's the best. He was one of the first teachers I knew from here, although this is my first class with him, but he's really the best."

Well, if Turtle wanted something extra, then Beauty wasn't about to change things up on her. She picked out one of the red pixi stix, and carefully added it to the batter.

"It's probably just that I don't know yet how to relate to everyone here," she said, feeling guilty about having spoken badly of a teacher who was obviously a favorite of the other girl's. "My tutors were always very proper and bland, I guess that's what I'm used to."

Turtle grinned. "But that's exactly why I like him so much! All my old teachers were proper and bland, too," her nose wrinkled. "And booooring."

"Well, I don't think I've met anyone boring here, that's certain!" Beauty laughed. "If you think Professor Deadpool is one of the good ones, though, then I'll give him another chance."

Because yeah, she could have been stuck with dull teachers who just droned on about proper pronunciation and poetic symbolism and sucked all the interest out of a subject. "I should try harder to get into the spirit of things," she decided.

"But you're already making Pixi Stix Cupcakes!" Turtle enthused with a motion at their creations. "That's very much in the spirit of things!"

"I suppose it is, isn't it?" Beauty shook the last of the sugary stuff out and finished mixing the batter, then presented it to Turtle with a flourish. "My very first batch of Pixi Stix Cupcakes, for your inspection, madam," she said with a grin.

"Hmmmmmmm," Turtle looked overly thoughtful as she leaned in, stroking her chin. She closed one eyelid as she carefully inspected the concoction. She dragged the moment out by adding another long, "Hmmmmmm."

She drew back, another second of being thoughtful and then presented Beauty with a thumbs-up. "Grade A Pixi Stix Batter, Beauty! Let's get 'em poured!"

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