Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday Early Afternoon]

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The facts were these: Ned was baking a pie again. He'd almost tried to theme this particular pie with that of a volcano but the volcano was long gone and so was that idea. Ned didn't really want to simulate lava in a pie anyway.

He'd chosen a new recipe this time, something he'd never baked before and had set out to prep and cook in the common room.

He wouldn't call this a routine yet but it was relaxing. And it was nice to get out of his room and do something besides annoy himself with all his issues.

[Open common room is open. Work is boring. I am hungry.]

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"I live with the lion-dude if that helps," Toby replied. "Are you like, cooking in the kitchen? That is so awesome."

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"Baking," Ned corrected though it was pretty much the same thing. "And I don't know any...lions. Lions? You have pet lion?"

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"Dude, no." Toby shook his head, eyes wide. "I am not into Animal Culture. They assigned me the room. But I think he has some BDSM thing going with the nanny."

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"So, he's a lion but also a student?" Ned said, trying to wrap his mind around that. "And he likes his nanny? Did he bring the nanny with him?"

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"Can I say yes once for all those questions?" Toby asked.

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"Sure," Ned said, blinking at the influx of new knowledge he was getting. "Have you tried calling him?"

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"Good thinking," Toby smiled. "But I think I'm going to make a sandwich before I go trekking around the building any more. Want?"

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"I'm making...a pie, if you'd like that," Ned offered. It sounded like this guy had sort of a tough time and it was nice to offer.

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"Oh, I gotta eat healthy," Toby replied, patting his six-pack abs, drawing attention to the smattering trail of hair that dove beneath the line of his shorts.

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Ned's eyes went, naturally, down to Toby's hand and then right back up to Toby's face.

But even that was enough to make him blush so he just stared at his pie.

"This has fruit," he mumbled.

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"Minimal carbs?" Toby could handle that. "I've been really bad about my workouts lately. There's so much beach to explore." Or lay on.

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"I think so?" Ned had no idea. "It has apples and spices in it. Fruits and minerals. Those are good for you, right?"

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"Totally," Toby agreed. "You're an okay dude, pieman. I'm Toby."

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"Thanks. I'm Ned," he said, smiling at the compliment. "I'd shake but my hands are covered in flour."

He showed said flour covered hands. Always an easy excuse to not touch someone. "This is about to go into the oven and then I'll cut you a piece."

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"Sweet," Toby smiled and moved to lounge on a convenient sofa. "I'll just be napping a little while we wait." Toby closed his eyes and thought happy thoughts.

It's best they weren't described.

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"I'll be quiet," Ned said and went about baking.

Quietly.

And not looking at Toby. Much,.