It seemed that cupcakes could draw out even the most reclusive of beasts from their lairs.

Not that Adah was the most reclusive of beasts. Not anymore, anyway, although she still, on occasioned liked to consider herself as such. She, her senses heightened by her recent literary foray into evolutionary processes, could smell them backing, and limped down to the common room to see how they were turning out. She was envisioning disasters of collapses cupcakes, like houses built on fault lands or sinkholes. Her notepad was tucked under her arm, but she wasn't sure whether she'd use it or not. Either way, she reached the door, tilted her head in curiosity and the unspoken but requisite question of whether there was sharing involved.