Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie was feeling restless. It was partially the dreams about Gran, partially the compulsion to go out to the woods, and partially something she couldn't quite place. She was resisting the urge to walk out through mulch to find things, though, so instead, she took to her common room to bake brownies.

Lots of brownies. Lots, and lots of brownies. Cookies had occurred to her, too, but she wanted heaping doses of chocolate, really. Some of the brownies had walnuts. Some of them had chocolate chips. Some even had little candies. But the batter itself didn't change, and she was able to distract herself by baking several dozen brownies.

Hopefully she'd be able to get someone else to eat some. Because even while slightly confused, Sookie couldn't eat 48 brownies herself.

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"That's quite impressive," said Wes, who couldn't imagine having a year's worth of memories and knowledge about this place. "And do you - enjoy it?" he asked.

[longislandiceme]

"Oh yeah!" Bobby said enthusiastically. "I mean, it's downright bizarre sometimes but it's- better where I'm from, at least."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I'm beginning to harbor that opinion as well," Wesley remarked dryly. Couldn't get much worse than being hated by literally everyone he knew.

[longislandiceme]

Yeah, Bobby knew a bit about how that went. "So long as you don't mind the occasional getting drenched with chocolate syrup," he added with a snicker.