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 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Kind of like that with a lot of teachers around here," Chad noted. "I mean, Senor Deadpool? Come on."

Oh, Senor Deadpool. Even making Chad Nigel in your modeling class won't ever make up for the adolescent torment that was Driver's Ed.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad almost wished he could say the same for modeling and driver's ed. It wouldn't have been surprising, but, actually, there was a distinct lack of hitting things. Which was good.

"Don't get classes about hitting things at most schools," Chad noted.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad, meanwhile, was exceptionally good at hitting things; he just didn't like to if he could help it.

"They are good," he agreed, and then he remembered why he was even there to begin with. "Thanks. I should get this food going before it gets any colder, though."

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad...might take Liir up on that in a bit. He lifted a hand before picking up the cookies he was taking, as well as the plate, and headed for the door. "See ya, Liir."