5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

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

"How was dance for you?"

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"Okay," Dor said with a shrug. "I had a good time. I'm not sure I get the holiday or the whole 13 thing. Did you have a good time?"

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"I did," Claire said, sounding surprised. "I mean, the dance was fine, but my boyfriend made me candy and that was just awesome."

Not just the candy; she was going a little pink.

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"He made you candy?" Dor asked. "Wow that probably took a lot of work."

Especially since to Dor it usually means just picking it off a bush. "What kind did he make? If you don't mind me asking."

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"Baklava, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and vanilla caramels," Claire answered. "It wasn't perfect, but it was way more creative then if he'd just given money to Godiva."

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"Wow that sounds pretty delicious," Dor said taking a bite of his cookie. "Is he into cooking?"