Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

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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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"Maybe. Tara's been feeling it too, though, and she isn't telepathic," she said, picking an M&M out of her brownie absently. Aliens seemed as likely as anything, though. "And Raven, she said. But she said she hadn't been dreaming. And no weird dreams for you?"

[longislandiceme]

"Well I wouldn't say that," Bobby admitted. "I did dream about a dolphin driving a school bus with me in it last night."

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Sookie gave him a fond smile, and reached over to tousle his hair with her non-brownied hand. "Of course you did. That sounds about par for the course for your head, though, sweetheart."

[longislandiceme]

"Hey!" Bobby made a token attempt at ducking out of the way. "What's that supposed to mean, huh?" She means you're weird, Bobby.

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"You know your weirdness is like, at least...hmm, twenty-five percent of why I like you, right?" she asked, raising her brows at him.

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"You sound like you've put some thought into this," Bobby observed.

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"I did. Just now," she said, grinning at him. "It's twenty-five percent weirdness, twenty-five percent because you make me laugh, twenty-five percent your stunning good looks, and the remaining quarter is that je ne sais quoi. Pff, and you're the one who's good at math."

[longislandiceme]

Yeah, Bobby was just gonna take a moment to look smug at that. "Yes, well. That's a matter of personal taste and I'm not the one here who's a telepath, so how would I know that?" he pointed out reasonably.

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"Mmm, twenty percent good looks, five percent specifically devoted to how cute you are when you get all smug," she amended. "And you could have used your deductive reasoning skills!"

Could he, Sookie? Could he really?

[longislandiceme]

"I'm not really sure I have those," Bobby pointed out. "It's mostly blind luck and a lot of looking cute that gets me places."

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"Mmm. You have them," she assured him. "You just don't access them, because you rely on your ability to look cute -- which I refuse to confirm, 'cause I've stroked your ego enough tonight."