Second Floor Common Room [Late Morning]

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After his first class, Ned had come back to the dorms without much in mind as to what to do to pass the time until his class later in the day.

After talking himself into and out of it several times, he'd finally gathered up some things he'd purchased over the weekend and trundled everything down the hall to the common room. It was empty for the time being.

Before he could talk himself out of it once more, he started baking for the first time in years. A pie, of course. A simple apple pie but it felt good to be baking again. It'd been awhile.

[Open CR is open. He'll share, of course.]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle gave a little displeased groan at that, rolling her eyes a bit. "Yes," she muttered, shaking her head. "They certainly do..." But, of course, while she was not a fan of nakedness herself, she realized that Ned had planted a seed of something he feared into her head, which meant it was ripe for the manipulation.

"So you might," she told him with a nod, despite that it was highly unlikely. "It's a possibility. It's just that I'm kind of a powerful person at this school, and you should never put yourself in a position of owing a powerful person something, because, if they felt like it, they could ruin you."

She felt like explaining that she was actually a good person and probably wouldn't ruin him unless he tried to ruin her first, but there was just so much appeal in trying to put a slight bit of fear in some of the newbies. Just so long as it wasn't overpowering, so she'd have to be delicate about it. Especially if he was in the same class as she was. A fear vote was still a vote, yes, but not the kind Turtle preferred.

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"Powerful," Ned said, just barely preventing himself from blanching and looking like he was about to flee. "You're powerful and I'm not."

He looked at the pie that was just now going into the oven.

"I won't cross you," he promised.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Which...indicated that Turtle's tactics had worked just a bit more than she had anticipated. Her eyes widened a little.

"Nonono," she said quickly, not wanting to seem tyrannical. Not too tyrannical. A gracious tyrant, she was. "It's not that you're not! I mean, you make pies! Believe me, if the pies are good, you'll have quite a bit of power around here yourself. People on this island love their pie. It's just...you know, about balances. After all, the best place to get the stuff for making pies is my store. Without my store, you can't make pies, or, at least, you'd have to go through a lot of trouble to make them, and, therefor, you power, in a way, is directly effected by my power. However, it's the people buying things from my store that gives me power, so if you're not buying things from me, I start to lose some of my power, and..."

She trailed off a little, tilting her head. "You see what I mean?"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Oh." He didn't but he could try. "Oh, yeah. So, you're not...a monarch of this island or anything?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Definitely not!" Turtle's hand rested over her chest, as if to calm her distressed heart at the assumption that she was. "I am a firm believer in democracy, Ned. All my power has been rightfully attributed to me by the votes, voices, and confidence of my fellow Fandomites, I assure you."

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"Oh." He smiled, took a quiet breath of relief. "Oh, good. Good. You mentioned you have a store?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Yup! Turtle & Canary, in town!" Turtle chirped, preening proudly. "You can't miss it. It's the second most prosperous business in the town, and we sell everything, as well as being home of great prices and amazing deals."

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"What's the first most prosperous business?" Ned wondered but made a mental note to visit Turtle and Canary for ingredients.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Caritas," Turtle said with a slight wrinkling of her nose. "People here loooooooove their booze, oh man."

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"I don't drink," Ned said, making sure she didn't think he was going to be contributing to that. "At all. I'd get sick if I tried."

He didn't know that but it seemed a good thing to say.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Again, Ned seemed to inspire a distasteful groan out of Turtle; her hand went to her stomach, but she looked as though she'd only done so because it couldn't hold both her stomach and her head at the same time. "I'm the same way," she muttered, frowning. "I try to avoid it, but you have to be careful. Squirrels have no souls, and if you have a fruity drink around them, they will be mean and put rum in it and get you drunk anyway, so you make a complete fool of yourself to the entire listening population and, even worse, you boyfriend."

Pause.

"Or, well, not your boyfriend. Not that there's anything wrong with it if you do have one, though, of course."

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"I don't," he said and blushed. "So, I should stay away from Caritas or just from fruity drinks in general?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I would say fruity drinks in general," Turtle said, with a firm nod, after a bit of a thought about it. "The drink in question was actually picked up at that bar with the swings in Bali Hai, so..."

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"So, I should just drink water forever," Ned said, thinking this a very safe and secure plan. "It's clear so if there's ever any blemish, I know it's been breached."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"You should drink milk, too," Turtle pointed out. "Because it's really good for you. And it's white, so, you know, most things would show up in that, too. Plus? Milk? Goes really good with pie!"

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"Speaking of pie," Ned said, reaching down to pull the pie out of the oven. "Would you like a piece?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Oooh, it was done! Turtle bounced a little. "Yes please!"

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"Okay," he said, pleased with her reaction and pleased with how the pie looked. With extra care, he cut Turtle a piece of the pie, setting it carefully on a plate. He added a fork and then haded it to her.

"There we go," he said, smiling at his first created pie since leaving Longburrow.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Yaaay," Turtle remarked, applauding a little at the very nice presentation that Ned had so carefully approached, and took the the fork. She waited a minute, though, of course, because it was still probably quite hot, but, really, there was only so long a person could sit there and not eat a pie that was sitting right there and calling out their name.

She made sure to blow on the little forkfull she'd gotten, though, before putting it in her mouth. And it was still really hot, but, with a humming sort of mumble, she chewed away and, for lack of being able to talk because of the pie in her mouth, just nodded and gave Ned a thumbs up of approval.

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Ned's smile went from hopeful to relief all in the span of a few mere moments. "Good. All that time spent not baking didn't affect me too much. Good, I'm glad it's good and that you like it. Not too sweet?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle shook her head. "I don't think so," she said, pie still not exactly chewed and swallowed entirely, so her hand went up to her mouth as she continued. "I like it. Lots better than what I could do."

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"Sorry it's so hot," he apologized. "It's easier to get it cut and served initially that way. The filling's still cooling and it's settling. Really good."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"S'okay," Turtle said through the slightly open-mouthed attempt to cool down what was already in her mouth, bobbing her head again. "Worth it."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I'll bring you a fan next time," Ned promised, smiling.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle moved toward the fridge, to get herself the milk they were previously talking about; she started to pour a glass, finally swallowing to clearly say, "Nah, next time I'll just have to do this before eating the pie. You want any?"