Third Floor Common Room [afternoon]

[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

Given her position in Narnia (and prior to that, the rationing in England), it had been a very, very long time since Susan had baked anything herself. Truth be told, she didn't precisely know how to bake anyway, but it seemed like it couldn't be that difficult, with people doing it so often here.

So, after finding the ingredients necessary (and some strawberry jam, though she couldn't locate any clotted cream), Susan painstakingly followed a recipe and had already managed one batch of rather nice-looking scones.

Of course, she was still partway through her second batch, and the kitchen was looking a bit frightful, and she was looking...considerably less regal than usual, with a bit of flour smeared across her forehead and some on her clothes, but still -- she'd baked!

She was exceptionally proud of herself.

[ooooooopen. come have scones! I want some now.]

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[always-damp.livejournal.com]

Hungry and hoping to score more freeish food, Toby wandered into the common room, fresh from a shower and shirtless as ever. His hair shone with what could either be water or product, it was difficult to say.

"Hey, looks like someone baked."

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Susan blushed slightly and gave him an easy smile. "Good afternoon. Help yourself to a scone, if you'd like. They're best with jam."

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"Oh, awesome, that's like totally gourmet or something," Toby said, helping himself. "Joo ade is?" he asked through a mouthful of scone.

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Susan laughed at that. "No, hardly gourmet, believe me. But they are good." She raised a brow at his question, and politely replied, "Beg your pardon?"

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He swallowed and smiled like a dork, "So you like made these?"

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"Yes," she said, smiling and not bothering to take offense. "It's been a very long time since I had any, so I decided to try my hand at baking."

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"That's totally awesome. I love cooking." Not that he ever cooked.

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"I don't get the chance to very often," Susan admitted. "There are others to do it for me at home."

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"Oh yeah, it's rough trying to find time besides all the free food already available here," Toby said.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Oh look, it was his best friend from the other week.

Hannibal couldn't resist wandering in and smiling pleasantly at her.

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Susan had a name to live up to, at least on occasion.

Which was why she did not fling a scone at that horrid boy, and instead, smiled as befitting a gentle queen, and said a pleasant, "Good afternoon."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Heya," he said and, look at that, he even bowed. He was more being an ass than being respectful but she didn't need to know that.

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She still sort of suspected as much, though she did dip a curtsy in return. "Would you like a scone?"

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"You make 'em?" Hannibal asked, peering over at the scones.

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"Yes. They're good with the jam," she said, resisting the urge to cross her arms around herself.

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"Sure, why not?" Hannibal said, nodding. "Toss me a scone without jam. We'll see how good those culinary skills are."

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"I will not toss you anything," she decided. "You can get one yourself."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir made his way into the common room with a smile on, one of his notebooks in his arms as he settled on one of the couches to do some work. Or rather, to figure out what might be worth working on, really.

Noticing someone in the kitchen, he waved and gave them a smile mostly because he didn't know who they were and first impressions were always important.

"That smells very nice," he said.

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"Thank you," Susan said, gratified that it didn't smell awful due to her own inexperience in the kitchen. "You're welcome to a scone, if you'd like. They're very good with jam."

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He grinned as he put his notebook down and walked over.

"Certainly. And thank you. Usually, I'm on the other end of this equation. What kind of jam would you recommend?"

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"Strawberry," she said, nodding. "And you are most welcome."

She ducked her head in a makeshift curtsy. "I don't believe we've met. My name is Susan, and I hope the day finds you well."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"The day finds me, no matter how I try and hide," he joked somewhat. It wasn't exactly funny but it made sense in my head.

"And my own name is Liir. A pleasure to meet you."

He offered, in return, a Gilikin bow, the kind he'd seen the servants make to Lady Glinda when he'd been in her house.

"And I like strawberries well enough, so I'll take your suggestion. Is it out on the counter, or still in the icebox?"

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She gestured to the jam sitting behind her on the counter. "I don't know if there might be more in the icebox, since to be honest, I've always had currant scones with strawberry jam and it caught my eye out of habit."

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"Your jar is fine. I'm certainly not picky in the least, if you don't mind me having a little."

He gave the scone a look before reaching for the jam, waiting for her say so before he'd do anything with it.

"These smell as if they'd be lovely with some of the tea I brought back from my trip."

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"It's not mine, so you're absolutely welcome to it," she assured him. "Is your tea different from the traditional tea found in this world?"