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Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

Sookie was bored and in a good mood.

Hence, it was an evening to bake chocolate-chip cookies. As you do, when you're bored, awake, and cheerful.

She had the TV on in the background, though she wasn't really watching it. It was more for the benefit for anyone who might wander in.

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In a completely shocking turn of events, Bobby was also in a good mood as he followed the smell of baking cookies up to the fifth floor common room.

"Cookies and one of my favorite people?" Bobby said as he wandered in. "Definitely a winning combination."

Sookie made a show of looking around before pointing to herself, raising a brow questionably. "You mean me?" she teased. "Aw, for that you get a cookie."

Like she wasn't going to give him any anyway.

"Just one?" he said sadly, giving her his best sad-eyed look. Which... was kind of hard because the whole time he was fighting the urge to just grin like a dork, but. He tried.

"Maybe two, but only because you look so sad," she acquiesced, keeping her own face serious. At least as serious as she could. She was actually pretty good at it. "But only if you keep being nice."

...because he was so often mean.

"It'll be hard, but I'll try," Bobby said, heaving a dramatic sigh. "For cookies, it's worth it."

"They're really good cookies," she said, plucking one off the rack where they were cooling. "At least, I think so. You'll have to tell me if they're awful. I haven't tried yet."

Bobby just gave her a look. "You've seen me attempt to bake before, remember? Not only is anything made by just about anyone else about a hundred times more edible compared to that, but if you made it, well..." yeah, he totally wasn't above shameless flattery. But it was totally deserved shameless flattery!

"Flatterer," she said lightly. "Besides, what you made didn't count as food. It's like comparing apples and oranges."

"True," Bobby mused. "Biological weapon, maybe?"

"They probably could've been decent paperweights, eventually," she replied thoughtfully.

"Just so long as people didn't get confused and try to eat them."

"You could just write 'paperweight' on 'em," she suggested. "In either frosting or like...paint. No one's eating them anyway."

"Man," Bobby shook his head. "We could've gone into business," making paperweights, yes. "We could have been millionaires by now!" In... the paperweight business. Sure.

"We could be paperweight tycoons," Sookie tsked. "And retired at 16."

"Oh! That reminds me- I'm still not entirely sure how the whole dimensional-time-travel thing works, but I might be 17 now," Bobby told her. "I think."

"...really? You got older than me when I wasn't looking," Sookie said, raising her brows. "That's weird. I mean, how are you not sure?"

"Time's moving faster back home," Bobby explained. "It's somewhere in 2011 there now. But in one of my trips back it was December, so," he shrugged. "Birthday."

"Oh my god," Sookie said, eyes wide. "...I owe you a cake."

She was adjusting to the news in her own way.

"You don't have to," it was mostly a token protest because, well. Have you met Bobby? "I mean, you just made me one, like... recently."

"Yeah, but you had a birthday and I make cakes on people's birthdays," Sookie pointed out. "Besides, we both know you don't mean that and I'm gonna make you one anyway so why fight it?"

"That... is a very valid point," Bobby conceded, emphasizing his statement with a wave of the cookie he held in his hand. And then gave a confused little headshake, because hi, cookie in hand and he was not eating it. "I really should've known better, huh?"

"You really should've," she agreed. "Besides, arguing against cake is just wrong. I won't even dilute the cake's goodness by singing to you, cross my heart."

"I don't think I ever have heard you sing," Bobby mused.

"And you never should. Can't carry a tune in a bucket," she replied cheerfully, going to fetch the second batch of cookies from the oven.

"I'll take your word for it, even if I'm sure you're not that bad," Bobby said. "Want a hand with those?" he offered, getting up to follow Sookie into the kitchen.

"It's just cookies," she said, raising a brow at him. "I think I can handle the heavy lifting. But if you want to help me put 'em on the rack to cool, that'd be nice. Plus," she added casually as she pulled the cookie sheet out of the oven, "You're probably real useful around burns -- not that I'm not careful, but you know."

Yeah, okay, he was totally only asking so he could snag a cookie literally as it just came out of the oven. "I think I can do that," he said, snapping off a little salute in Sookie's direction with a wink.

"Cute," Sookie noted with a smile as she started carefully placing cookies on the rack, happy that she could note these things out loud now. "See, baking isn't that hard. I'm not sure where it is, exactly, between point A and here that everything goes south for you. Even after watching, I'm not sure where it all went wrong."

Bobby colored slightly at the 'cute' remark and reached out to snag a cookie. "I think might have some connection to when the peanut butter ended up on the ceiling," he remarked around a mouthful of cookie.

Yup. Sooooo helpful.

"And I still don't know how you managed that. Or the flour," Sookie tsked, watching him with some amusement. "Don't burn your mouth, honey."

He probably doesn't burn easy, Sookie. Use your brain.

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