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]

You know, Kennedy, just a thought, that shirt might not be your best idea now, but whatever.

A jacket might've been a good idea, though, she realized; it was kind of drafty in here. Or maybe that was just the sense of foreboding because Bobby had brownie mix.

"You do know what you're doing with that, don't you?" she asked, none too optimistically, as she idly flipped through channels on the TV. One of the snow angels was looking adoringly up at Bobby, and she rolled her eyes. "Your opinion is so not objective."

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"It's a mix!" Bobby said defensively. "How hard could it be?"

Famous last words.

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Kennedy snorted. "Boy Scout, the more ingredients there are to put in, the more I worry about you-- hey!" One of the snow angels had just kicked her in the ankle. "And I'm sure as hell not gonna be any help."

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"At least somebody here appreciates me," Bobby said, grinning down at the snow angels. "Seriously. Eggs, oil, water, that's all I have to add," he said, opening the box and dumping the bag of brown powder into a bowl. "On the other hand..." he started to say, eyeing it with a contemplative look.

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"Oh, God, no. Don't go getting all creative on me," Kennedy warned, shaking the remote at him. Why the hell was it cold in here? "My experience with cooking goes as far as telling people what I want in my food. I'm not bailing your ass out."

[longislandiceme]

Yeah, the cold was totally Bobby's fault. Not that he was gonna say as much.

"I just-," he peered at the mix. "I think they forgot to add the sugar when they made this."

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"Get out," Kennedy said instantly. "What kind of crappy brownie mix is that? Who forgets the freaking sugar?"

She was up off the couch a second later, dodging around snow angels (nowhere near as many as Bobby had clustering around him though) to come over and peer at the box. "There's gotta be some in one of these cabinets. How much do we use?"

Oh, God. This was going to go great.

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"Bobby!" George said, wandering in.

He eyed the brownie situation. "Don't ye need adult supervision for that kind of thing?" he teased. "Or, y'know, Sookie?"

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"Good question," Bobby frowned. "A cup, maybe? Or two. I don't mind if they're a little extra-sugary."

[longislandiceme]

He really, really did.

Not that he was going to admit that, no. Instead, he was just going to stick his tongue out at George and throw the now-empty box in his direction. "It's a box mix. Easy!"

Said the boy who burned macaroni and cheese, yes.

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The box got caught because duh, and George studied it a little. "I dunno," he said doubtfully. "You're supposed add eggs."

[brat_inslayage]

Because clearly Kennedy hadn't had enough chocolate or sugar yesterday.

"Do we really wanna give you the hyper boost?" she queried casually, not actually caring much about the answer and more interested in rooting through the lower shelves of the cupboards in search of sweet, sweet (literally) granulated goodness. "Ramen, ramen, canned peaches, ew oh my God what the hell is that, cereal, more cereal... no, I'm not scraping off the Frosted Flakes to put in the mix."

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy stopped her sugar search and eyed the guy who'd come in. "Oh, good. So I'm not the only one wondering."

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"We could crumble them?" Bobby suggested. "As a last resort, though," he amended, poking through the upper cupboards. "Hey! I think I found some."

It was powdered sugar, but that wouldn't matter, right?

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"What's so difficult about eggs?" Bobby snorted. "Just don't ask me to make like, scrambled eggs or anything with 'em and we're fine. I think I can handle putting them in a bowl."

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George waved. "An' yet I see ye aidin' him," he said, grinning. "Are ye here t'put out th'fire?"

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"Did ye take 'em out of th'shell first?" he asked suspiciously.

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"If there were Cocoa Krispies," Kennedy mused, "that might work better, but I'm striking out there. Hey, sugar."

Powdered, whatever. It said sugar on the packaging.

"Score!" She found a mug in one of the other cupboards and set it on the counter a little too loudly. Exuberance. Shush. "Fill 'er up."

[brat_inslayage]

No, she was probably going to add fuel to it, actually. But catch her saying so.

"If I have to, yeah," Kennedy said self-importantly, leaning against the counter. "What's so hard about it? I can totally do this."

[longislandiceme]

Hey, exuberance in the face of sugar and chocolate was totally understandable. Bobby carefully opened the bag... and then tilted it over the cup a bit too quickly, resulting in a mushroom-cloud of powdered sugar rising up from the counter.

"Okay then," he said firmly, just daring Kennedy to comment. "Sugar!" In the slightly-overfilled cup went to the bowl.

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"George, just because I'm not like, a master cook doesn't make me an idiot," he pointed out. "Of course I took them out of the shells!"

One of the snow-angels turned a fierce glare on George for daring to question Bobby's skills, even going so far as to stomp her tiny foot.

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George cracked up, making a face at the angel. "Awww, you've got wee defenders!"

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He shrugged. "I dunno. Tisn't like I can cook. Jus' fun t'mock Bobby."

[brat_inslayage]

"...and now I'm going to choose to not take that as a bad sign," Kennedy said, eyeing the mushroom cloud.

[longislandiceme]

"They've been following me around all day," Bobby informed George. "It's kinda cute."

Which just set them off on another round of high-pitched giggling and whispering amongst themselves.