Second Floor Common Room - Thursday Afternoon

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Just because she was completely oblivious and had messed up the flower-holiday didn't mean Anemone couldn't try to make it right.  Which is why she had commandeered the common room, spreading her equipment out all over the counter. 

Cookies solve everything, especially cute cookies, and if there's one thing she can do well, it's bake.


[The baking party is open for your enjoyment!]

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[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky thought he smelled baking coming from the second floor on his way back to his room after visiting Bridge, and decided to investigate.

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An investigation would reveal an Anemone with flour on her face, pink hair pulled back in a ponytail as she frosted a cookie to look like a bright daisy. "Hey, want some sugar?"

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky figured that he couldn't get any bouncier, and hey, Valentine's Day was a day to inhale sugary things.

"Please," he said, walking up to Anemone. "You're... Anemone, right? I'm Sky. I have a class with you."

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Dr. Mizrahi's class of 'let's see how many people we can piss off', right?" Anemone said, grabbing some sprinkles. "For putting up with that each week, you can even have two cookies," she teased.

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky actually laughed at that.

"Yeah. I enjoy that class, when it's not making me want to hide under my desk or leave the room," he said. "Oh, two cookies? You're too kind. Must be my lucky day." He curiously eyed all of the baking supplies scattered around. He was used to getting his food from a synthesizer every day, more or less, so he'd never bothered to learn how to cook.

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"It gives me a headache," she said bluntly. "I'm not sure why everyone seems to think that everything we've covered so far is always so bad. It's like everyone brings wee-tiny doom clouds to class. Maybe I should bring pink cookies?" Anemone held up one glittery-creation. "They can't possibly be all 'science is evil' with this much sugar."

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

"Er... yeah, bringing pink cookies might lighten the mood," said Sky, not wanting to explain why he brought a 'wee-tiny doom cloud' to class almost every week. "Especially if they are that full of sugar."

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"I don't think even a spotlight would lighten the mood, but I can always use the cookies as missiles if I get too desperate," she teased, starting to set some of her finished creations off to the side. "Sorry, bad joke. Ethics classes tend to vex me on occasion." Most occasions, but shhh...she was trying.

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"It's alright, I understand," said Sky. "At least... ah... the missiles would taste good?"

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"And I can't do permanent damage to anyone with a cookie!" she chirped cheerfully. "I won't be able to accidentally bash their head in or anything like that. Sugar and sprinkles for justice!"

"Here, eat more," she said, sliding another plate of cookies his direction. "Today's some sort of holiday, and I really don't know what's going on, so I'm feeding people. It usually tends to work pretty well."

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I've been told more than once that cooking's the fastest way to make friends around here," said Sky, accepting the plate but only taking one cookie. "I can see why- these are good cookies."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Cookies? Things that are full of sugar and baked? Meet Jack. Or, more specifically, meet Jack's tummeh.