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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[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."