Second floor common room, Wednesday afternoon

[gobrookeyourself]

With the Food Network on for noise and inspiration, Brooke was cooking.

No, seriously. There was food in the process of being prepared, and she was all cute in her apron and everything. The food would probably even be edible when it was all done. She'd sort of taken up the whole kitchen with stuff that needed to go into the oven, things that needed to get saran wrapped and put in the fridge, and cookies that were already done and waiting to be eaten and shared because she wasn't very good with self-control. Look, you had to get the important stuff done first.


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[gobrookeyourself]

She beamed, and then said, "If you're just saying that to give me warm fuzzies, just remember that it's going to lead to me making more of the exact same cookies, so if they suck, tell me before I food poison the school."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"As funny as it would be to see certain peers of mine spending the holiday with their head in the toilet--" Dean. "--I'm being one-hundred percent sincere."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Then thank you for being my cookie guinea pig," Brooke smiled. "And while you're here, I can put you to work. Mwahaha."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Work, huh? I can do work," he said. No he couldn't. "I was thinking something along the lines of eye candy."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Then you can be my eye candy and bend over to see how the pie's doing in the oven."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"There's pie too?" Chuck said. That was one job he had no problem taking care of. "You're more amazing than I thought."

[gobrookeyourself]

"That'll teach you to underestimate me. In fact, there are multiple pies." Mostly storebought, as Brooke was not an idiot and knew she needed backups.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Wow. You girls show up to dinner in your uniforms and it'll make for the best Thanksgiving ever."

[gobrookeyourself]

"We're not that easy," she told him. "Sorry. You'll just have to check us out at practice instead."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I try not to be seen in anything resembling a gym but..." Chuck tilted his head to blatantly check out Brooke. "I suppose it's worth the walk."

[gobrookeyourself]

Like she had a problem being blatantly checked out. "No one would fault you for it," Brooke promised.