Third Floor Common Room [afternoon]

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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.]