6th Floor Kitchen, Monday Morningish

[thatsamilkshake]

Lily was not allowed to use the stove without an adult who was not Uncle Merlin present.

She supposssssed that the oven counted as part of the stove.

Putting stuff in mixing bowls and pans to make brownies and cookies and cakes and pies, though? No rules about that. You fools. As long as they got a grown-up to come turn on the oven when everything was ready.

'They' being any kids, kind of related to her or otherwise, who showed up in response to her signs:




[OOC: Open, mostly for kiddles, but if an adult wants to come and drag someone away or be otherwise unhelpful, t'is acceptable! Any magic in these baked goods will be of the actual kind and consist of... generally making them inedible, and/or making the sprinkles dance.]

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[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

"LIIIIILY!"

Now there was a recognisable shriek.

"Are you cooking?!"

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"I'm mixin' cookie dough!"

Sort of. There were eggs and sugar and flour in a bowl. Possibly not in exactly the right proportions, but it tasted good.

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

"You are not supposed to cook without su'ervision," Rhys announced to her, "Or face the kitchen staff!"

Now there was an incident never to talk about again.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"Nuh-uh! I think that's you." She pointed her spatula at him archly. "I can make food. I'm just not s'posed to turn onna stove."

[flirtinginlisp.livejournal.com]

There were a few residents of some alternate future version of the Xavier mansion who might have suspected that Desmond Drake's inherited ice powers were secondary to his quite-possibly-mutant ability to sense where there might be food.

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES! There's gonna be cookies?" he howled, skidding to a stop halfway into the room.

...that would be why.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh! Wanna help make 'em?" There were bowls. And spatulas. Well, one spatula and a bunch of plastic spoons and a spaghetti server and a soup ladle.

[flirtinginlisp.livejournal.com]

Des hadn't realized the cookies were that far from being done! He frowned and reached for the soup ladle. "Does it gotta go in the oven?"

'cause if there was a chance stuff might catch on fire, then he could be super-helpful!

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"I'm not s'posed to turn on the oven. We'll get a grown-up to come do that for us later!"

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

You'd think the prospect of cookies would be a cheerful lure to kids, right?

Well, in the case of the scowling little blonde monster girl stomping up the stairs and into the common room, it was half of that, at least. Did you really think any power in the world was going to make wee!Morgana be cheerful, especially in the morning?

"Mom's up on the roof smoking an' wouldn't let me come with," she announced, slouching into a chair with her arms crossed and a wee incendiary glare.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

Lily was taking this whole brand-new-sister thing in relative stride. It didn't hurt that Morgana was kind of Rhys on grumpy pills.

"Who wants to do that? Come make cookies. I got chocolate and banana chips!"

The banana chips would probably not do as well in the cookies as she was imagining.

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh there were no pills! (God help you all if there were.)

"Mom wants to. HOW COME I CAN'T?" Morgana demanded. Wee and cranky she might be, but cookies still had plenty of allure.

"Banana chips don't go in COOKIES, Lily."

You know. If the cookies were up to her standards.

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"You can't 'cuz it's dumb. Mommy says. And then Mom says yeah and then does it anyways."

Lily hugged her bowl to her. "They taste yummy. Yummy things go in cookies. The end!"

[wee-n-majik.livejournal.com]

"My mom went to the store and told me not to get into trouble while she was out," Rosemary said. "But I'm big enough to watch myself. She's just paranoid."

... and lived over a Hellmouth.

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

"I'm big too," Morgana insisted, trying to sit up and make herself look taller -- thank you, Katchoo and Arthur, for both being short enough to give her a complex. "What's paranoid?"

[wee-n-majik.livejournal.com]

"Are we baking?" Rosemary wanted to know as she entered the room.

She wasn't sure that Lily was big enough to be a good cook, but it was okay. Sometimes little kids just had to play with the batter. As long as Rosemary got to eat a handful or ten of chocolate chips, she'd be happy,

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

Lily was totally big enough to be a good cook. ...With a little supervision that she currently didn't have.

"Yes!" She clapped, which unfortunately spattered dough all down the front of the fridge, but that's what cleanup-time was for. "Cookies and maybe brownies and pie and cake." She was starting with cookies, though.

[wee-n-majik.livejournal.com]

"I wanna help with the cookies," Rosemary decided. "You're making chocolate chip, right?"

If she wasn't chocolate chips were likely to find their way in anyhow.

[flirtinginlisp.livejournal.com]

"Hiiiiii," Des called, waving at her with a handful of chocolate chips that... should have been more melty for the way they were clutched in his fist. Huh. "You're big enough to turn on the oven, right? 'cause she," with a point of his non-chocolatey hand at Lily and a brief but fierce pout, "says I'm not."

[wee-n-majik.livejournal.com]

"Totally," Rosemary decided, buoyed by the boy's confidence. "Mom lets me do it all the time."

(And if all the time meant when Tara's hands were covered in something messy and she was standing six feet away, it counted by Rosemary's lights.)

She marched over to the stove. "Do you know what temperature it has to be, Des?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin might technically fill the age requirement for being an adult. He was 16 after all. But as he was the same size, if not smaller than most of the kids, he probably couldn't help.

But the signs had gotten his attention, and he came to see what was up.

"Hi!"

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"Hi!"

Okay, step one. Lily started looking for the string. Hmm. No string.

"Are you a prince? Did a bad wiz'rd change you to a froggie?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

It was a common question. "No, I've always been like this. But I did play a prince once."

[liliceflakes.livejournal.com]

Judging by the appearance of a certain pointy-eared little girl, yeah. Food-detection was totally ingrained in the Drake genetic code.

"Cookies!" Aurore exclaimed excitedly.

[SP cause am on tiny phone internets, but could not resist.]

[notdirtylily.livejournal.com]

"S'cookie dough now!" Lily called over to her. "Gots to bake it before it's cookies."

[liliceflakes.livejournal.com]

"You knows how to bake?" Aurore asked, eyes wide.