Third Floor Common Room - MorningishMidday

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Liir'd been up since sunrise, as per usual, only today (as he had no class) he'd taken over the third floor common room's kitchen for a few things. He had cookies to make for Karal (he'd decided on a slightly modified version of Lurline's Tears to be festive for the holiday), treats for Miss Lulu (he'd found the recipe through that googly thing Professor Beaubier had shown him), some of the chocolate hazelnut cookies for Ino, and another batch of summer ice (this time with lemon and rosewater since Professor Ambrose obviously had no like for papay fruit for the moment) so that he could write down the recipe to give to Miss Lulu. In between all of the sugar, however, there was a pot of beef stew, made as he had at Kiamo Ko though with a few substitutions. Or possibly not. The names had been different but even just between Professor Ambrose's and his time there were differences in name for the same thing.

All in all, the common room probably smelled of sugar, strange fruits, and slowly cooking spiced beef.

Liir was rather pleased with himself.

[ooc: open as common rooms are with a variety of food and treats available]

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Cassandra still thought that four hours of sleep a night constituted 'sleeping in', so she'd been up for quite a few hours when she wandered into the common room. Morning katas and a long free-run meant she was hungry too.

She sniffed appreciatively as she walked in.

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He looked up at another presence in the room.

"Good morning." He considered the hour. "Ish. I'm glad you came."

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She shrugged as she let herself drift across the room toward Liir. She'd said she would come, after all.

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He looked around at what was done and what was still cooking.

"Well, I've got two kinds of cookie you can try," he said as he pointed to the bowl of chocolate hazelnut cookies and the second which held the stained-glass looking ones.

"The caramels are almost done cooling and if you'll give me a minute to check the icebox..."

He turned and peered into the refrigerator.

"Not for a couple of hours yet," he said.

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"And I can learn the difference from the way they taste?"

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"Almost certainly. I did."

Between the food made for him at the mauntery, the special treats from Sister Cook, what he'd made for himself. What he'd made for her.

"So it's probably simple."

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"Okay then." She decided to try one of each cookie and slowly chewed on each in turn.

She frowned, pondering. "Which is which?"

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"Both were prepared for someone I care about."

He put a pre-wrapped sugar cookie, gotten from the store earlier.

"That was made in a factory. There's nothing special to it. It could be for anyone who pays for it. Try that in comparison."

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Cassandra carefully unwrapped the cookie and took a bite. "It tastes different." Though whether she meant more than that it was a different kind of cookie wasn't clear.

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"There's a certain drabness to the taste," he said. "It'll keep body and soul together, and I'm not a picky one to be sure, but there is a difference."

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She examined the cookie carefully before holding up one of the ones Liir had made. "It's not just that they're different types?"

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"Of course there's a difference in recipes, in ingredients," he agreed. "But just as everyone can smile or raise their head and have it be different, you can make the same item and have it taste differently depending on how it's done."

He pointed to the stained glass cookies.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the recipe for the one from the store and the dough on those are about the same. It's just a sugar cookie. But they do taste differently."

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"Oh," Cassandra blinked. "That makes sense." Body language metaphors always help.

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"I don't know how it works," he admitted. "I've just noticed."

He peeked back in the 'fridge.

"Almost done with the summer ice," he said thoughtfully.

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"The... ice?"

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"It's a sweetmeat," he said in explanation. "It just looks a little like a block of ice, especially once it's covered in powdered sugar."

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"Oh." Cassandra wasn't entirely sure what a sweetmeat was, but it had the word sweet in it so... "Sounds good."

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"I like them," he offered. "I'd give you one but they're not quite done yet and I'm out from the last batch."

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Cassandra offered a shrug. "That's okay." She did, after all, have cookies.

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"No class for you today either?" he asked curiously.

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She shook her head. "Yesterday."

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"How many classes are you taking?" he asked curiously. He didn't know much about her, after all. "I'm just curious, mind. Ignore me if you like."

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She shook her head to indicate she didn't mind and held up two fingers.

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"Cooking and?"

He continued before she answered.

"I'm taking four, which is good, I suppose, as I need to learn everything I can. I have a lot to make up for."

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"Computers," Cassandra answered quietly. "It's hard for me to keep up with too many at once."