Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday Evening]

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Ned hadn't been in the common room in awhile what with the cabins and the lack of oven out there. Rectifying the lack of baking was easy enough as sliding on his apron (still not pink) and heading down the hall to the nearest common room.

Now, he was in the midst of baking a pie or two.

It was almost relaxing, being able to do this again. And it didn't involve stick figures so he wouldn't end up making one side bigger than the other.

The tv was on for some background noise but Ned was baking, not watching.

[Open, of course! He'll share, of course!]

Comments

[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm a senior here. And I certainly hope I look more more than eighteen, as that's how old I am. But I'm a Queen at home. It's not very regal to wear flour with one's circlet."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"You're a Queen?" Ned went wide eyed. "Um. Wow."

[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

"Please don't let it bother you," Susan sighed. "I wasn't born one. I inherited the crown six years ago, and I'm only a fourth of the monarchy."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no," he said, quickly trying to wipe the awe off his face. "You're just the...first I've met."

[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

Her smile widened. "Well. Queen Susan the Gentle at your service, good sir," she said, dipping a curtsy. "I hope I lived up to your expectations of royals."