Third Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

[longislandiceme]

The fact that Bobby was in the common room was not, generally speaking, cause for alarm. The fact that he was in the common room kitchen area with a box of brownie mix might be, though, depending on who you asked.

Kennedy didn't seem too concerned from her spot on the couch. She did, however, look pretty pleased with how the t-shirts that both she and Bobby were sporting had turned out. The t-shirts that read "I can't help it if the ladies know a good thing when they see it".

The gaggle of snow-angels that had been following Bobby around all day apparently agreed with the t-shirt's sentiment, at least from the way they sighed dreamily every time he glanced their way. Bobby was pretty sure he'd seen one of them swoon, even.

[ooc: open like an open thing!]

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[brat_inslayage]

"Which is, again, where I point out that this is so not my area of expertise," Kennedy told him, dragging a chair over to turn backwards and drop into, her arms hooked over the rungs. What, like she was going to do the work? Please. "So I'm taking your word for it, and if you're wrong, not on my head."

[longislandiceme]

"Believe me, the messy part of baking is the part I'm intimately familiar with." In went water, eggs, oil... of course, intent on his discussion with Kennedy, he didn't notice that he'd accidentally grabbed the quarter-cup measure when pouring that last one instead of the half-cup. Oops.

[brat_inslayage]

"Whoa, TMI, Boy Scout," Kennedy teased, not seeing a damn thing wrong with any of the proceedings, of course. "Is it supposed to be that dry?"

[longislandiceme]

"I don't think so," Bobby said, poking at the somewhat-lumpy mix with a wooden spoon. "Maybe it needs more water. Or, like, milk or something."

[brat_inslayage]

It looked kind of hopeless, honestly. "You know." Kennedy squinted at the mess in the bowl. "There's this crazy thing where I hear the box usually comes with directions on it. Ever think of checking there?"

...Kennedy, the box doesn't have directions for how to salvage a disaster of an improvised recipe that might be beyond help now.

[longislandiceme]

"I threw the box at George a few minutes ago," Bobby admitted.

[brat_inslayage]

"Good one. Way to help," Kennedy said, as if she was being helpful at all herself. "Go for the milk. Don't wanna water down the flavor or anything."

[longislandiceme]

"Ooh, good point," Bobby agreed, grabbing the carton from the fridge and dumping it into the bowl until it looked sufficiently non-lumpy.

[brat_inslayage]

The question was, how sufficient was sufficient? Kennedy wasn't going to be a great judge. "That's... probably better," she decided. "Are they going to be chocolatey enough now?"

At this rate, they were going to need a bigger bowl.

[longislandiceme]

"Um," Bobby frowned at the bowl. "Can you see if you can find some chocolate chips or syrup or something?" he asked.

More chocolate couldn't be a bad thing, right?

[brat_inslayage]

"Sure." With a shrug, Kennedy got up out of the chair and headed over to the fridge, where she found a half-full bottle of chocolate syrup, and ransacked a couple more cupboards on her way back to turn up a bag of M&Ms and half an Aero bar. "Knock yourself out."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby blinked at the Aero bar. "It's green," he pointed out. "Is it supposed to be green?" That didn't stop him from crumbling it up and throwing it into the batter along with the M&M's and a squirt of chocolate syrup, though.

[brat_inslayage]

"How green is it gonna look mixed in with all that?" Kennedy waved off the question impatiently. "Plus the M&Ms are multiple colors."

[longislandiceme]

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead and use logic," Bobby made a face at her and started to dump the batter (if it could indeed still be called that) into the pan.

[brat_inslayage]

The pan they hadn't greased, if you were supposed to do that, which the directions would say but someone not Kennedy had gone and chucked the box with the directions on it at somebody.

"Okay," Kennedy said cheerfully. "If it helps me be a pain in the ass, I'm down with that."