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

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

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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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce wasn't planning on going back into the common room tonight, but he couldn't pass by smoke without seeing what happened. "Is everything okay?"

[snarkyhealer.livejournal.com]

Shira wrinkled her nose as she walked into the common room. That was seriously the most unpleasant smell she'd ever smelled.

Oh, all right, the most unpleasant one she'd smelled since coming to Fandom. But it was also a familiar one, given that not everybody here could bake as well as they thought they could.

"What burned this time?" she called over her shoulder as she plopped down on a couch.