third floor common room - thursday afternoon - 1/15

As Liir had the day off today from just about everything, he decided to get some baking done. No brownies, of course, but a little bit of chocolate wouldn't hurt anyone (except Makejoy, who was once again being very good and staying outside of the kitchen) and he had a craving for toffee he couldn't quite explain.

Hence the browned chocolate-chip and cherry cookies that he pulled from the oven as another batch of them went in. They had a few minutes to cool, of course, but he couldn't quite resist pulling up one very carefully, blowing on it a little, and taking a bite.

...it burned, of course, but they were just right.

"Milk," he decided, "I hope we have some milk."

He also had up a little sign.

If you need your laundry done without losing any of it, do ask.

[open and the dark side has cookies]

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
On his way up from the cafeteria (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1992873.html?thread=126705065#t126705065) with a plate of food for Arthur, Chad couldn't help noticing that there was cooking going on in the common room. Not just cooking, but Liir cooking, which was usually good, and, by the look and smell of it, probably was.

"Hey, Liir," he said. "Can I grab a few of those?"

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," Chad said, easily able to balance the plate from the cafeteria in one hand while taking the cookies with the other. "And I'm good, but it's not for me. Might come back for more, though."

All this getting other people food made him hungry.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm actually surprised," Chad grunted, "the oven still even works."

And he decided that he was going to go ahead and help himself to one of those cookies now. Arthur could wait, and Liir was right about them smelling pretty good.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad thought about the answer as he chewed on his cookie. "Child development and leadership this semester. They're...different."

And utterly useless to him, but he still enjoyed taking them.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"....Lever?"

Which really probably answered that question.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"What's wrong with the lever?"

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Somewhere under all that hair, Chad's eyes had widened.

"Really?"

And a pause, for his head to tilt.

"What happens if you pull the right one?"

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[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi, Liir," Amber said as she shuffled in wearing the same clothes she wore yesterday.

"Smells good in here. What're you making?"

[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
She took one and felt like she could eat a dozen. Not so much because she was hungry, but because chocolate made everything better. "Thanks," she said, and smiled at him before she took a bite. Mmmm, so good.

"I smell," she complained. "It doesn't matter that I showered. My stupid clothes are dirty."

[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're just saying that. I know you want to say, 'I told you so,' or something," she muttered, hugging him back.

"My clothes are icky and wrinkly and I need to go purchase some under thingies."

She pouted and ate her cookie.

[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She debated his offer. Again.

"It's...not too weird for you?"

[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Amber twisted her lips. "You could show me how to do it," she suggested.

[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you free anytime soon?" she said, itching at her side. "My clothes are... icky, Liir. The sooner the better."