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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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 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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"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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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."

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

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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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Susan nodded. "Forgive my rudeness -- my name is Susan," she said, ducking a quick curtsy. "Does the afternoon find you well?"

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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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Toby watched in astonishment and then bowed like he was a valet and intent on taking her keys. "I'm Toby. And you're all kinds of formal, huh? That's cool."

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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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"Things are somewhat different at home," she said, shrugging a shoulder and blushing a little. "I apologize if my formality is unwelcome."

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

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"Oh totally not!" Toby said, he never stopped smiling sincerely. "I'm all for the like fancy stuff. I'm just not very good at it."

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"Oooh, touchy," he said, wiggling his fingers at her before grabbing a scone and sniffing it. "What's wrong with tossing me a scone?"

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"There's no reason to when you can simply get one yourself," she sniffed.

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"You say 'like' a lot," she observed.

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"Is that..." He held back the like that wanted to escape. "Bad?"