Second Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla had missed the newbie picnic, sadly, and so far her only real interaction with anyone new to the island was having one knock her over and then turn into a baby cheetah before she'd even gotten his name.

Or before she'd gotten the lunch he'd offered. Dammit.

But such a shameful state of affairs couldn't stand any longer. Today Karla had decided to get to know people a little better by heading over to the common room and do a bit of baking to celebrate the newbies surviving their first week of Fandom. Yesterday's mention of cupcakes on the radio had her interested in trying her hand at making some of her own; she'd already pretty much perfected cookies, after all.

Maybe she could offer a batch or two to the teachers of the cupcake class!

"You behave," she told the baby cheetah sternly. "You can run around, but be careful. I'm not replacing any of the lamps in this room, too."

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[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

Butters...needed a moment after that. Usually, if he were to tell someone he was allergic to something, they would probably tell him that, no he wasn't, he was making it up, or something like that, and then make him eat it anyway, so he'd spend a week as sick as a dog and being miserable. So that fact that she was not only not telling him that he wasn't and that he should eat them as well as offering to help demanded a pause for consideration.

And then another pause as Butters, with a quick glance that way, remembered everything Warren had said about Karla's creative cooking.

"Er, um," he said. Fingers. Tapping. Tapping so much. "No, thank you."

[glacial_queen]

"Are you certain?" Karla asked. "It's a sad, sad day when a male can't even eat a yummy cupcake without breaking out in hives or somesuch."

Which would make sense, if only Karla had yummy cupcakes to offer.

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

"Or vomiting non-stop all the live long night and day," noted Butters, thinking of what he'd felt in his gut based on some of the descriptions. His hands went to his stomachs. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm pretty certain. I don't need those cupcakes anyway; they'll just go right to my hips."

His hands moved to his hips for emphasis. Gave them a few pats.

[glacial_queen]

"Nonsense," Karla said, eying said hips. "You could use a few good meals, I'd say. You're all-over skinny."

Karla knew skinny, after all.

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

"I-I am?" This was news to Butters, and so he lifted up his shirt by the hem, high enough that he could still peek over it, down at his stomach, which was puffed out slightly in the attempt to look fatter. "B-boy, I don't know. After all those Twinkies..."

The effect was...a little unsuccessful. Butters was, if anything, in pretty good shape. His parents would ground him if he wasn't.

[glacial_queen]

"If you can eat Twinkies, how are you allergic to cupcakes?" Karla asked.

Uh-oh, she was onto you! Run!

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

"Er, um, it's a very complicated allergy," Butters tried, though his eyes were shifting toward the door in case he needed to escape.

And then a moment of brilliance occurred and he brightened, "Probably 'cause most people say Twinkies ain't even really food, so that's why I'm not allergic to them!"

[glacial_queen]

"Not really food?" Karla asked, sounding horrified. She hadn't heard all about that? "What is it then?"

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

Butters got a great big smile on his face, giving off a wistful, dreamy sigh as he remembered Tuesday.

"Awesome," he said.

[glacial_queen]

"I've had them," Karla said, "out by the campfire. Hmm..." She paused to think. "That would explain why they're so flammable."