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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[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"What exactly am I smelling?" Peter said, foregoing hellos for the moment.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Does it smell good?" Rilla asked plaintively.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I'm honestly not sure," Peter said. "Then again, just about everything smells better than it should right now."

Ahhh, the joy of not being in a rotting, damp underwater hellhole.

[trigons_child]

Raven was still giddy from all the healing she'd done plus having her soul intact again, so she was in a good mood as she wandered into the common room. "Rilla!" she said, pleased. "I can cross you off my list."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Well, they're supposed to be shortbread," Rilla said, peering at the latest batch anxiously, "and I triple checked the recipe as I made them."

She smiled. "There's also a basketful of goodies from home if you'd rather not risk it."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"You have a list?" asked poor clueless Rilla.

[trigons_child]

"The people who were missing," Raven said, taking out her copy of the list she'd posted in the lobby and scratching Rilla's name out. "There are not many left unaccounted for, but enough that I am still worried." Like Hannibal, for one.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I just popped back out by the café," Rilla said. "It was terribly confusing. I had no idea it was Sunday! I'd missed church!"

Truly the greatest tragedy of the weekend.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I'll risk it," Peter said, reaching for a bit of shortbread.

He nibbled, and put on a brave face.

"Well, it's... shortbread."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"You're keeping a list?" Peter said, raising an eyebrow.

Again with the lack of hellos. "Are you checking it twice?"

[isntabitpretty.livejournal.com]

"I don't suppose," Sara asked from the doorway, "you learned all the secrets of baking while you were away?"

[trigons_child]

"You would not have been able to go even if you had been here," Raven said gravely. "The church was gone, and Castiel, Angel of the Lord, with it."

[trigons_child]

"I have been checking it very thoroughly to make sure none of Fandom are still missing," Raven said with a nod, not understanding the reference, of course. "I made a list of who had gone missing, but I have not verified everyone has returned."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla knew that expression only too well. Her face fell.

"There's a jar of Susan's strawberry preserves in the basket," she said. "They'd make boots taste delicious. Maybe you can dip them?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"He really is an angel?" Rilla's eyes popped. "I thought Karla was just being unkind to me."

[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]

"Sara!" Rilla exclaimed. "I am so glad to see you!"

She looked disappointed. "And no."

[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.

[trigons_child]

"Oh, yes, he is," Raven said, nodding. "And I have never known Karla to be unkind, so I do not think she would lie to you about anything."

[isntabitpretty.livejournal.com]

"You are all right, aren't you?" cried Sara, hurrying across the room as quickly as was dignified. "Oh, it was absolutely dreadful while you were gone; it's probably all for the best that you missed it."

The second answer, though, had her eyeing the cookies dubiously.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Peter said. "That's..." He didn't have a snarky line. He was a bit at a loss. "Really nice. You really don't have a selfish bone in your body, do you?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Good idea," Peter said, smiling genuinely. "Thanks, though. I give it a completely non-sarcastic A for effort." He meant it, too. He also knew he had to specify that.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla wrinkled up her nose. "Karla and I aren't the dearest of friends," she said finally.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"There's strawberry preserves from home that save them," Rilla assured her, "or at least cover up what I did. And what did I miss? Was it quite thrilling? Or horrifying? Or both?"