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."

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[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but it looks like you might need help with those," Jake pointed out and he popped a few of the chips in his mouth.

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"Eating the chocolate chips isn't helping," he informed Jake.

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"No?" Jake laughed and shook his head. "Okay, what did you do so far?"

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"I beat the butter and sugar together but not until creamy," Bobby replied. "Do you wanna try to make it creamy? Like you said, you're really strong."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"It's all in the wrist, dude," Jake assured him and he held out his hands. "Gimme."

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't it be more efficient to stroke from elbow or the shoulder?" Bobby asked as he slide the bowl to Jake. "Since they're bigger joints, I think it'd take less effort."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Show how much you know," Jake scoffed. And probably how full of it Jake was. "Right. Watch and learn from a pro."

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

He snickered a little, watching as instructed. "Uh huh. Right. Let's see it."