Fifth Floor Common Room [Wednesday evening]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie had gotten phone calls from both her grandmother and Tara earlier about the coming weekend. Gran had said she definitely wouldn't be able to come due to a recent storm taking out some pretty heavy damage on the house, so finances were limited. Tara had said she'd do what she could, but to expect a visitor no matter what. That was...cryptic and weird, but Sookie had kind of dismissed it as Tara being Tara.

In any case, to cheer herself up a little, she'd moved out to the common room and was whipping up a batch of chocolate-chip cookies. Partly because they made her feel better, and partly because she owed them to someone, so it'd be a good idea to have them on hand. She turned the TV onto Squee, because even if she couldn't sing, other kids could, and they'd make her happier. Plus, fake baby storylines were always amazing.

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[futuresmuggler.livejournal.com]

"So it's like it, but not. I can get behind that," Mirax decided. "Did you make the cookies or get them somewhere?"

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"I made 'em! I owed Bobby a favor," she said with a nod, "but they're totally for everyone. I'm Sookie, by the way.

[futuresmuggler.livejournal.com]

"Mirax. Cookies should be shared. They lose their flavor otherwise, have you noticed that?"

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"I have!" she said brightly. "Plus, food's just not as good if you don't make piles of it. It always seems to bring in a ton of people whenever I do it."

[futuresmuggler.livejournal.com]

"I think people here have built-in radars," she agreed. "I learned to make things that are shareable because it seems like everyone shows."

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"No one here can cook," Sookie said, smiling widely. "I'm like a miracle worker to them, with my food that ain't Pop Tarts and pizza."

[futuresmuggler.livejournal.com]

"I can cook," Mirax said. "I didn't realize it was a draw. Wait. This place is full of teenage boys. I should have known."

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Psh, exactly. Do it more often, and they come to your common rooms like flies to honey," Sookie said, shaking her head in mock-wonder. "'Specially when it smells good, like cookies."