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

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

"Hello, Claire."

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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?"

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"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."

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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?"

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"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."

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

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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."

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"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."

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

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"Ohmigod, that was you?" Molly cracked up.

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"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.

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

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"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."

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"Shut up!" That was totally a yes, and Claire was starting to laugh herself.

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"You were so...not you! I almost started hair pulling."

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"Soooooo," Claire said, echoing Penelope's tone, "it was ... really, really, really good."

There was some gloating.

"How was yours? I saw you at the dance but I didn't get to say hi."

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"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.

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"I think Claire -- that was her name, too -- would have clawed you," Claire said, putting down the roll of dough to make little clawing motions through the air. "Oh, but a vampire ate her before the weekend was over. I think she deserved it."

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Putting the knife down for a second and picking up a piece of dough to eat instead, Molly said, "I could have taken her. And wait...vampire? Are you okay?"

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"That's a lot of really's Claire. Perhaps you could choose a word that summed up those really's," she teased.

"I saw you too. You looked beautiful. I had a nice time with Hurley and the dancing was the most fun I think I've ever had." And yes, she said that with a blush.

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Claire had been about to try a hot-from-the-oven cookie, and she delicately set it down. "That's ... really disgusting," she said. "I'm sorry -- why do I feel like I know you? I have no memory sometimes."

It was the voice that felt familiar, mostly.

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"Yeah, fine, it was my boyfriend's ex as a creepy little girl. She just left me to sleep on the grass," Claire said, almost dismissively. "Did you make it through the weekend okay?"

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Turtle grinned a little; hopefully, that scored her a few more cookies available later. And then she grinned a little more, because it was always good to know that she seemed to maintain a bit of notoriety even around people she didn't really know well.

"I think," she offered, "you're in that TV show class with me, but I also do a lot of stuff around the island." She offered a hand. "Turtle Wexler."

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"Wow. Your weekend might have sucked worse than mine," she said, fidgeting slightly at the reminder of how weird Edmund had been. Or, not-Edmund, she supposed.