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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

Finding that the weather was incompatible with ‘her’ reading plans, Makoto had somewhat sulkily—it had been so nice earlier!—made it as far as the fifth floor common room before dropping ‘her’ book, and thermos and blanket on one of the couches. What was ‘she’ supposed to do now?

Makoto eyed the kitchen. Well. That was always an option. Practice made perfect and all of that. But what to make?

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Cookies it was! That’d be fairly simple, right?

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It wasn't as if A.J. was spending more time than usual on the fifth floor in a hopes to catch Annette sometime today, or anything, really...Or, really, he was. However, a glance into the common room as he headed up for another subtle check had him noticing what looked like might be potential food. And potential food was good no matter what.

"Hey, what're we baking?" he asked conversationally as he drifted in. The 'we,' of course, was rhetorical, as it would be better for everyone involved if A.J. stayed as far from the baking part as possible. He could mix okay, though.

Makoto grinned a bit. "Cookies, hopefully."

Hopefully being the key word there.

"Ooooh, cookies!" A.J. said, bouncing over. "Cookies are good. Need help? Not that I can promise that I'll actually be helping, but I can try!"

That got a rueful grin of 'her' own. "I can use the help, sure. Cooking's not exactly my strong point, but improvement only comes if you actually try, right?"

"And, hey! So long as we don't burn the place down, right?" A.J. gave the girl a grin for a moment before his head tilted just a bit.

"You'll have to forgive me for asking, but I'm not sure if we've met before?"

Makoto considered the boy. "I'm hoping that if something like that happens, whihc I hope even more that it won't, that something will stop the place from burning. And I don't think we have," 'she' admitted. "I'm Makoto."

"I'm A.J.," he offered another grin and a hand for a handshake. "Good to meet you. And I also realize that they should give us Cooking Challenged Types a special tour to explain exactly where each and every one of the fire extinguishers are. However, I've been working at the diner in town for a while now, and that places is still in one piece, so that's a good sign, right?"

Makoto reached to take the hand with another smile. "Nice to meet you. And, well, really cooking for yourself is a bit different I've found than at work. At the pizza place I just pass the order on back, but here I've got to do it all myself. Do you actually have to cook at the diner?"

That would so end in disaster if Makoto had ever to try that.

"Nope," A.J. said, grinning proudly over that fact. "Anytime I ever try and it isn't anything as simple as grilled cheese, the kitchen boys tend to throw things at me. I think one of 'em must have been a baseball player or something. They do it with love, though, I'm almost certain."

"Love for their lives maybe," Makoto teased, ducking 'her' head a bit. "Or maybe they just don't want to explain to the owner how you made things blow up."

"Hey," A.J. stated promptly, hands sincerely placed over his chest, "I will gladly take whatever blame necessary for the destruction. Especially since the place just got a new boss, and I think I got in good with her already. She wants to remodel, anyway, so then it'd be like an open book! A blank canvas, y'know?"

"Even if your boss does want to remodel, I don't think she'd be too happy with you blowing up the old." Makoto was amused, really.

"Well," A.J. offered wryly, "blowing up is a little harsh. Minor explosions and flaming destruction, at best, really."

That got a laugh. "And that's not bad enough for you?"

"Well," A.J. pointed out with a grin, "it could be worse from there, so..."

"But it could also be better," Makoto said. "And so, back around to practicing. At least cookies have precious little chance of blowing up."

"For the most part, yeah," A.J. agreed, taking a quick glance over the kitchen. "Are you working from a recipe? Or are we experimenting?"

A.J. had to admit, he was all for the experimentation. And, if anything, this was the fifth floor. River was right down the hallway, and she was almost guaranteed to try anything at all that would come out of that oven, so long as there was enough sugar in it.

The kitchen, so far, was mostly untouched. There were quite a few things out on the counters but nothing had been opened yet. "Experimenting, I think. I haven't quite decided on what to make beyond 'cookies' yet." Makoto admitted. "And hoping for the best, or at least something vaguely edible. This is sort of... spur of the moment thing, so I didn't think to print off a recipe or three from the internet to try."

"Hmmm, well..." A.J. tapped his chin thoughtfully, still looking around. He had to think of it like a picture, a painting, maybe a sculpture. He didn't always know where to start there, right, so this was no different. It was just a brand new medium. "Chocolate chip is usually a classic, you can't go wrong there," he mused. "Or peanut butter. Peanut butter cookies might be good..."

"Or we could do peanut-butter chocolate chip," Makoto said, considering the suggestions. "I know we've got what I'd think we'd need for that. And then, I suppose, we could always add icing on top of them to make them look better."

A.J. paused as he considered this, and then a grin broke out across his face. "I like the way you think, Makoto. I like it a lot. What kind of icing do we have? Is it the stuff in the cans, or are we going to have to try to make that, too?"

Because making icing could be pushing it.

Makoto looked slightly alarmed at the idea of having to make icing. "I'm voting for stuff in a can," 'she' said, going to check. "Let's see, we've got, hmmm... chocolate, vanilla, huh, we've got maple too, caramel-butterscotch and buttercream, and some sort of pink frosting. I think I see a blue one too, in the back."

'She' grinned over at A.J. "I think we'll be okay for icing, don't you think?"

"...I guess the people on this floor really like their icing," A.J. commented with a chuckle. "I hope you realize that we have to use a little bit of each now."

"It does seem to be that way, doesn't it? I don't think the third floor's got this much icing, but I haven't looked either." Makoto considered that. "All on the same cookie? Or on different cookies?"

"I know for a fact," A.J. declared," that the fourth floor doesn't. And on different cookies. There's not enough room on the same cookie, unless, like, instead of making cookies, plural, we make just one giant massive cookie, singular."

His grin and the little waggle of his eyebrows spoke volumes on what he thought of that idea. He had no idea if it was even possible, but, man, did he want to find out.

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