Third Floor Common Room, late Friday morning

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"Okay, so then I put in the butter?" Dinah frowned into the phone, and said, "Right, low setting." She dumped two sticks of butter in the mixing bowl, and asked, "Why one egg at a time? Oh. Hunh."

Francine's Mom (and Francine) deserved cookies. So Alfred was walking Dinah through his recipe, so no explosions or poisonings would happen. It was a good way to start out her first day of break. Still room for disaster, but hey! Yummy cookies were much more likely.