5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Claire was in one of her once-a-semester random domestic moods, and tonight that meant cookies.

Okay, so they were from the refrigerated dough -- half chocolate chip, half the red heart-shaped ones that she'd bought the day after Valentine's Day -- and she was eating half the dough without baking it. She was making a lot of cookies, she was totally allowed to.

The TV was tuned to some miraculous MTV offshoot that was actually showing videos Claire didn't hate, and if people didn't come in to eat the cookies, she'd ... probably eat them herself and get really, really fat.

[OOC: Open CR, yep! Om nom nom cookies.]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh," Turtle said, as she followed her nose down the hallway, "I thought I smelled cookies down here!"

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"I think they're cookies," Claire said, pulling the first pan out of the oven and prodding one with a spatula experimentally. "They didn't burn, anyhow."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Think they're cookies?" Turtle asked, her expression shifting very quickly from one of eagerness to one of worry. "Around here, that's not something to say to make a girl feel safe about eating them."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"They came out of a tube with pictures of cookies on it," Claire promised, giving the brunette a skeptical eyebrow and trying to decide why she seemed vaguely familiar. "They're safe. Promise."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I really hope so," Turtle decided; she was heading to the fridge to grab some milk, so, clearly, she'd decided that they were okay. "It would be really awkward to wake up with bits of a fellow classmate in your stomach."

People turned into weird crap around here, okay? One couldn't be too careful.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope followed her nose and wondered why Claire was in here instead of on the third floor.

"Hello, Claire."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Claire, of course, had gone up two floors for the incredibly important reason that her mun always forgot where her characters lived.

... or, maybe something about the oven upstairs being better. Yes. Let's go with that.

"Hey!" she grinned at Penelope. "Did I tell you thanks for the flowers yet?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

That would be a very good reason and one in which Penelope's mun totally gets.

"No, but that's okay. Did you like them? And it smells amazing in here."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"They were awesome," Claire nodded. "And thanks. It's just slice and bake. First batch is about cool, I think?" She gestured to the cooling rack.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope stepped over and plucked one from the cooling rack. "Thank you," she replied. "Sooo, tell me how your weekend went?"

[grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com]

Molly made her way upstairs, because after a day full of pie, cookies seemed like a good idea. "Hiya!" She greeted Claire. "Need a hand?"

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"It's just the sliced dough kind," Claire said before she really processed who it was. "If you wanna cut up some more ..."

And then she realized Molly was Molly. "Oh my god. I never apologized to you for that weekend I wasn't me."

[grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com]

"I can probably manage that," she said, reaching for a knife before she stared at Claire in confusion. "Huh?"

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"Okay, that preppy redhead who called you a bitch?" Claire said sheepishly. "I think that was kind of me."

[solo_sword]

There was probably still stuff to clean up in John's room from yesterday, so Jaina was being a good girlfriend and coming upstairs to fix that. However, she also didn't want to have to start a conversation if his ass was still broken, so she could let herself be easily distracted by the common room.

"I thought they never showed videos on the TV." Even the girl who barely watched save for the news knew of MTV's failure.

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"Like, almost never," Claire said. "I think this is MTV-7, or something. I don't question it."

[solo_sword]

"...I think I need to hear that you're joking about the 7 part," Jaina told her. "That would just be sad."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Claire said, considering it. "I mean, I don't know what this channel is, but I know there's like MTV and MTV2 and MTV Hits and MTV en Espaniol. I bet there are seven."

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

Dor came into the sniffing. "Something smells good. Did someone harvest some cookies?"

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"Hi Dor!" Claire said. "I baked some?"

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

Baked instead of grown. Dor sighed, he really should have known that by now.

"They smell delicious. May I have one?"

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"Take a bunch," Claire told him. "I'll just eat them otherwise."

"How was dance for you?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Dor!" Turtle waved a lot. "We don't harvest cookies here. We bake them!"

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

"Yeah I keep forgetting that," he said doofily. "How are you and your club doing?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"We're doing okay," Turtle said, "even if you abandoned us."

Yes, Dor was getting himself a pout, even if Turtle was relatively okay with this. The fewer people there, the bigger piece of the pie she could get. Both in the actual pies that Ned brought in and the more metaphorical ones involving profit.