Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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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?

…

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

[Open, yes of course!]

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[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"Mixing the cookie dough," Makoto said, nodding 'her' head. "And finding a big enough pan for it to go on."

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A.J. considered this.

"I'd suggest that I get the pan just to be on the safe side, but I don't think, at the same time, I can mess up mixing. What'll we need? Sugar, flour, eggs and stuff, right? And, of course, peanut butter and chocolate chips..."

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'She' nodded, going to grab what they'd need. "I think we need salt and baking powder too. The hardest part of mixing it all together will be in having the measurements make sense."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmm," A.J. pressed his lips together thoughtfully as he rooted through a cupboard for the biggest bowl he could for them to put them in. "Well, I should probably mention to you, Makoto, that I'm an artist. I'm very big on the whole idea of blending things until they just look right. And cooking's just an art, right? Maybe when we've got it, we'll just...know."

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"Well, then," 'she' smiled. "I suppose I should be reassured with that. I'm not sure that the 'knowing' translates over to cooking, but alright. We'll give it a shot."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"You can't explain knowing, Makoto," A.J. said with a nod. "It just...is."

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"Like, I suppose, when you're backstage before a show and realizing that for the life of you that you can't remember any of your lines, but the moment the curtain's drawn and the lights go on--you know exactly what to do. Like that?"

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A.J. grinned. "Exactly. You into acting, then?" he asked, guessing by the comparison.

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"More than anything," Makoto said simply.

Because it was true.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Aww," A.J. chuckled a little, grinning. He could totally emphasize with that sort of dedication. "You should talk to my roommate Troy if you haven't already. He's totally into that acting thing. Almost as much as I'm into the whole art thing."

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"I'll keep that in mind if I come across him," Makoto grinned. "But I haven't yet. Or at least, not that we've been introduced. What do you draw? Do you have a preference?"

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A.J. shrugged, taking some sugar, finding a measuring cup, and pouring some into it. The measuring cup was purely for appearances sake. "Anything, really. I tend to do things with a more modern leaning to them. My biggest projects around here have been rooms, actually. I have a fondness for painting on walls." He broke out a crooked grin. "That's what landed me here in the first place. Not everyone appreciates spraypainted social commentary on the side of a school building for what it is."

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"I can't imagine why not," Makoto said dryly as 'she' went to grab a few eggs. "Though I suppose you've out-grown that being here? I've not noticed much commentary on the walls, after all."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Well, all my friends let me repaint their rooms," A.J. explained, "so I get to work it all out there. Haven't done one in a while, but Lacey's letting me help with the remodeling of the diner, so there you go."

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh, so you've merely channelled your creativity in more socially acceptable forms. That's progress of a sort," 'she' teased.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Or," A.J. commented with a grin, tilting his head slightly at the flour before deciding what to do with it, "I've backslid into no longer testing the boundaries of what is socially acceptable and have now become one of the brainwashed sheep of the masses of the proletariat."

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"That's why it's only progress 'of a sort'," 'she' returned smoothly. "How much salt do you think we need?"

[by137.livejournal.com]

"...Probably not a lot," A.J. said. "I think if we overdo the sugar or the butter or something, the cookies can still be edible. Overdo the salt and I'm not so sure, uck."

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"Ugh, you're probably right." Makoto considered. "Think a table spoon would be too much? It will be rather large cookie after all."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm, maybe, like...just a...smidgen," A.J. held up his thumb and forefinger, close together, and wrinkled his nose, "less than a full table spoon? Table spoon still seems a lot, don't you think?"

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a levelled off table spoon? Not one that's piled high." Makoto considered the salt dubiously.

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A.J. joined in on the eying. "That...might be acceptable, I think." He nodded.

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"Well," Makoto said taking a deep breath, "we'll just have to see, then. A levelled off table spoon it is."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Hooray!" A.J. said, deciding that if you couldn't celebrate salt, then what could you celebrate, really? "Add it to the sugar and the flour and then we can get to crackin' some eggs!"

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"Cookies are really a good method of experimentation," Makoto grinned, dutifully adding the salt in, and sifting it together. "there's very little chance of things blowing up in our faces."