Fifth Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 11/07 ].

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Ariel had so much energy right now, but was so bored, especially after a long day of treasure hunting, and so she tried to think of something new and fun and interesting to do when she realized that there was a whole plethora of things she could start doing now that she was someone's girlfriend. And right at the top of her list, she decided, was making cookies for her boyfriend. She'd seen people do it before, in person and on the television, so it couldn't be that hard, right?

...right?

Well, perhaps she was a little off on that. Coughing, trying to clear out the black smoke that came from the oven when she opened it, Ariel realized that cookies looked a lot easier to make than they really were and looked at the pan of pitiful charred black things in her oven-mitted hand and wondered if maybe Bruce needed some nice, homemade paperweights instead...


[[ it feels much later than it is and I feel lame going to bed so early, so viola! Open and smoky and probably smelly common room post! Huzzah!]]

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"See, that works out perfectly, then," said Ariel, who seemed to have very traditional ideas about the roles in a relationship for someone who thought forks were haircare products. "And I'll just..." She glanced down at the tray. "Save the cookies for myself, then."

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Whereas Bruce's ideas about the roles in a relationship involved a butler. Just for the cooking and cleaning. Not the more personal things.

"Are you actually going to eat those?" Bruce asked. "Because you don't have to."

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"I feel like I should at least give them a try," Ariel admitted, eying the lumps of charred cookies again. "I mean, maybe they just look bad. Sometimes, something looks totally inedible, but it turns out it's not so bad."

She'd used Cheetos as an example, but she had a feeling Bruce didn't eat those much either.

Which was fine.

More for her!

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce gave the cookies a glance. Deciding to take a bullet for Ariel in a dental sense, he grabbed a cookie and tried to take a bite out of it.

"This isn't one of those times," he said as he started chewing on the bit of cookie he managed to gnaw off.

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Bruce...was a very brave man. And, though the whole process made Ariel wince and cringe to watch, she couldn't help feel, underneath the dread she suddenly felt for the state of Bruce's beautiful perfect teeth, a great deal of appreciation for how moving and romantic it all was.

"Better to try and know for sure, I guess," she said, biting her lip. "Sorry."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry about it. I've eaten worse things," Bruce said. "Believe me when I tell you I'm not just saying that."

To truly understand how to fight crime, you needed to become something worse than a criminal. To truly understand fine healthy cuisine, you needed to eat some nasty stuff.

Btuce understood fine healthy cuisine.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel's nose wrinkled, and not just because she was trying not laugh.

"Ew, really?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I've been in some strange places while I've been on my world tour. They don't always have the most appetizing meals."

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"Oh, I'm sure," said Ariel, "but..."

One glance at the cookies was all she needed there.

And he was also talking to a girl whose diet had consisted mostly of variations on seaweed before coming here, too.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," Bruce said.

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Ariel still looked incredibly doubtful, but she ultimately shrugged, set the cookies aside, and decided that it was probably best left without discussion if you got right down to it.

"Fair enough," she allowed. "Do you, um, want some water or anything?"

Because she couldn't imagine that being a very good taste to leave in your mouth.

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"Yes, please," Bruce said before taking another bite out of the cookie.

Bruce Wayne wasn't a quitter. He was going to finish the cookie.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Oh, sure, he said that now.

Ariel blinked.

"Did you just take another bite of that cookie?" she had to make sure she saw that right as she went to get a glass.