2nd Floor Common Room - Saturday Evening

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

Bobby was making cookies. Well, Bobby was trying to make cookies. He'd never actually done it before. Mom didn't really approve of refined sugar or butter, and no one could say that cookies without sugar or butter were any good.

So Bobby had found a really handy recipe right on the back of a bag of chocolate chips, and baking was just like chemistry, right? You just followed directions and then poof, the experiment succeeded.

He was diligently following directions then as he tried to "beat" cold butter and sugar and eggs until it somehow all became creamy. His arm was beginning to hurt though, and nothing in the bowl looked even close to "creamy."

[Open common room of course!]

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[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Exactly what are you trying to kill?" Jake asked, because he was hearing a lot of noise but not so much with the deliciously smelling results.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"Why would I try to kill something in the kitchen?" Bobby asked, frowning up at Jake as he beat the butter some more. "I mean, I guess it's easily cleanable, but if I really wanted to kill something - which I don't cause I'm not very good at that - I think I'd do it outside."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"So why are you making enough noise to sound like you're killing something?" Jake asked with a grin. It wasn't his fault he had sensitive hearing.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"You're supposed to beat it and then it's supposed to be creamy!" he said indignantly. How dare the butter not comply? Bobby tilted the bowl towards Jacob. "Does it look creamy to you?"

(No, the answer was no.)

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Jake leaned forward a little to get a better look and shook his head. "Nope."

He was so helpful. "Maybe you're not beating hard enough."

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"I'm beating it pretty hard!" Bobby protested. "I don't think I can do it any harder." He eyed the recalcitrant butter and sugar doubtfully.

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"See, that's why all bakers are body builders in their spare time," he deadpanned.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

The doubtful look was transferred to Jake. "I don't think so. I don't mean to be sexist, but a lot of women bake, and there aren't a lot of women body builders."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"No, but it explains why they can hit so hard," Jake grinned at him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Should I be standing next to the fire alarm in case you set the common room on fire?" Alex asked, wandering into the room and laughing. "Or maybe you've warned the local fire department already and they're on standby?"

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"The oven isn't even on yet!" he protested then frowned suddenly. "Do you think I should call the fire department? I don't plan to set anything on fire. I think if I follow the directions, it should be safe."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever baked cookies before?" Alex asked, coming over to see what Bobby had managed to do yet. "I'm pretty confident in your ability to follow instructions but...what if you slip up and add lighter fluid instead of flour?"

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"No. I don't think I'm doing it right either. It's not creamy," Bobby said, pouting a little at his 'cookies.' "But even I know flour isn't liquid."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Why didn't you get just the ready made dough that you just have to squeeze out of the tube and drop on the plate?" Alex wondered.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

He made a face. "That seemed like cheating. I don't wanna make cheating cookies."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Cookies are cookies," Alex said, raising an eyebrow. "Would it really make a difference to anyone but you? At least those you wouldn't be in the situation of possibly fucking up, right?"

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah," Bobby admitted. He made a face. "But...I didn't want to go down to T&C and there wasn't any in the refrigerator."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

It wasn't Rilla's floor, but she couldn't help popping her head in when she saw a boy trying to cook.

"What are you making?"

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"Um." Bobby looked doubtful of his potential baking abilities. "I was making cookies. But I don't know how to make the sugar creamy."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

He was so lucky Rilla had taken a few courses at this point and wouldn't reply with "add milk."

"Did you add butter?" she asked, trying to peer into his bowl.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

Instantly the bowl was tilted towards her so she could see. "I added butter and eggs like the instructions said. But the butter is hard and it doesn't mix. I thought it was all supposed to mix?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"It's supposed to be soft," Rilla said usefully. "Did you leave it out at all before you began?"

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"...you're supposed to leave it out?" he asked, not entirely believing that.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla nodded. "Maybe you can fix it by putting it into the microwave?"

With eggs. Probably not a good idea.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"I mean, if you're supposed to soften the butter first anyways," Bobby considered. "I bet it would work. Maybe it'd melt the sugar a little too." Let's hope not really.