Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla, after coming back from days of not remembering a thing, the horror, decided that an excellent way to make herself--and possibly the rest of the student body, judging by the pile of cookies stacking up nearby--feel better was to bake.

If only Rilla were better at baking.

Fortunately, another wicker basket from home was taking up most of a table and it was packed to the brim with moddable baked goods from Prince Edward Island. And those were guaranteed to be delicious.

Rilla's attempt at shortbread....not so much.

[OOC: Open!]

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[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James was making his way up to the roof and paused when he smelled something delicious.

"Are these for everyone?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Indeed they are," Rilla trilled. "Enjoy!"

It might be a little hard to enjoy them. Rilla had forgotten to add salt.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

As long as they were not deadly, he would not much care after this weekend. "I will," he said, eating one.

Not the best thing, no. He would stop at three.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

She beamed at him. "I'm so glad you like them," she said. "I'm still working on being a decent cook."

She had a ways to go.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"I look forward to your next batch, then," he said, not wanting to dissuade her.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I'll be sure to save you some," Rilla promised.

Well, she meant that kindly.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He would still try it. "I will wait."

Unless she meant right now, in which case...