Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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He was trying. He really was.

Was it so much to ask for the man to visit once? One? Parents Weekend, zilch. Nothing. Finally, a letter, saying he'd come, and... another letter saying he was laid up waiting for parts!?

It was more than Jack could handle. He needed... it was too early in the morning for booze, so he turned to comfort foods (of which he had none in his room, since he binged on his stash last week)...and nothing was cooked.

Is a cookie asking for too much?!


Angry!Jack was bustling around the Common Room, making various batches of cookies and intending on eating much of them himself. Or maybe for other people. Spending a few minutes mixing the eggs, the peanut butter, and the sugar together (a bit violently) calmed him down a bit. And while the first batch was almost ready, he was working on some made with crunchy peanut butter.

[Open for everyone! Mod cookies! And if anyone wants to bake muffins...*innocent look*]

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[heromaniac]

Mmmmm. Momoko followed her nose to the source of the smell.

"Peanut Butter Cookies?" She poked her head into the common room. "Hi Jack! Are they for sharing or for family?"

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"Hey." Ignore that slammed tray. "Uh. Yeah! Help yourself!" He grinned. It was a bit forced.

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Momoko grabbed a cookie and munched a moment as she watched him. "You know, the cooking utensils didn't do anything. Or did they? On my floor, I swear the oven knows when I use it; it hates me." She swiped another cookie. "These are good!"

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"Well, of course they're good! Old family recipe," he said, all conspiratorial. Truth was, it was something off the back of an old Betty Crocker cookbook or something. "And the cooking utensils are fine!"

The cooking utensiler, however...

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Momoko completely believed his story. "Family recipes are usually the best! So if the utensils didn't do anything, how come you're banging them around? That's usually not part of a recipe."

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"It is." It wasn't. "It helps dislodge the cookies." It didn't. It just made a loud noise and made Emo!Jack feel slightly less worse about no one ever visiting. "So...help yourself! If you eat all the cookies, you can help make more."

[heromaniac]

"I may not be able to bake them, but I am familiar with how it is done, Jack. Banging pans is not good for cookies." She finished her second cookie and brushed crumbs from her hands. "Even if the pan is empty! It can mess with the shape and then the heat isn't right and the cookies get messed up. But I will help if it means I can have more!" She rolled up her sleeves and grinned.

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"Allright then," Jack said, smiling a bit at her enthusiasm, "we've got more peanut butter stuff left, and I think there's a bag of chocolate chips in the fridge, if you want to be creative." He popped a cookie into his mouth. Mmmmm...

[heromaniac]

Someone letting her help bake was an interesting change, and Momoko's face broke into a huge smile. She pretty much skipped to the fridge and pulled at the door to look inside. "Chocolate chip and peanut butter definitely! Ooh! Can we add these too, or will it mess with the recipe?" She held up a bag of walnuts. "I'm not sure what they were doing in the fridge, though."

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"Some days, it's better not to ask what's in the fridge. Just hope it hasn't been there long enough to try to eat you."

Not that it had happened. ...that Jack knew of, at least.

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"I would think you're joking, except I live one floor up." Momoko chuckled and plopped both the bag of chocolate chips and the walnuts on the counter. "What can I do next?"

She was HELPING!

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"Need to mix this all together," he said, measuring out the eggs, peanut butter, and sugar. "How much do you wanna add? This'll fill up a cookie sheet, here," he said, indicating an empty mixing bowl.