Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday Afternoon]

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The facts were these: Young Ned had found his way into the common room again after getting bored of his room. He'd come with the intention of baking and, yes, there was something cooking in the oven (but he wasn't going to just reveal his pie choice today).

There was something different about today. Today, Ned had the hiccups. Now, as a boy at Longburrow, he'd been made to just wait them out.

Now, without that supervision, he could try to get rid of them. So, he'd looked up some hiccup cures and was currently attempting to stand on his hand and recite the alphabet in the middle of the common room.

It wasn't working.

Yet.

[Open, of course!]

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"You don't have to," he said, looking almost uncomfortable. "I mean, I'm not that important."

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"But you are to me," she said gently.

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"But I'm not..." He flailed a little. "...good enough for that type of thing."

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"But you're my friend," she said, shrugging.

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"But, I'm just...not worth that," he said, frowning.

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"That's my opinion," she replied.

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"You have bad taste," he said, laughing a little.

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She shrugged. "I hear that lots. But I just do what makes me happy."

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"You have bad taste in Ned's," he amended.

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"I don't know any others," she pointed out. "So from where I'm standin', I got good taste."

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Ned smiled a little and then turned back to the oven. "Pie's done."

He turned back around. "You have to close your eyes. You can't see my oven mitts."

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"Why?" she asked, but she closed her eyes, putting her hands over them for good measure.

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"Because," he said and slid on a pair of flowered oven mitts. They'd been his mother's, he was proud of them but they were girly.

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"Are they magic?" she wondered.

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"No," he laughed, sliding the pie out of the oven.

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"Well, that's disappointin'," she sighed melodramatically.

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"They're better," he said, getting lost in some memory for a brief moment.

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"Ooooooh." Kaylee made a point to sound suitably impressed.

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"You can open them," Ned said, sliding the mitts off and dropping them next to the finished pie.

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Kaylee pulled her hands off her eyes and eyed the pie. "It's orange!"

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"It's supposed to be," he said proudly. "That's how it looks when it's done. Want a piece?"

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"Okay. Never had orange pie before," she said, grinning.

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"It's good," he assured her and reached into the fridge for something. He cut her a piece, pretty big and then tried to write her name with whipped cream.

He managed the K and the A and the Y. So, she was Kay today.

He turned around and handed it to her, complete with fork.

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Kaylee took the pie, reading. "Awww. Half my name!"

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"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I thought I could fit it all on there."