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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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Reaction of 'aww, taken' with 'awww, protective' with 'aww, not hurting girlfriend's feelings' made Kenzi smile and then nibble on her cheese, looking around for accelerants. Hey, she made Butters' deep fryer spark and fizz! She could do this!

"That's cool. You guys been dating long?" She walked her fingers over to the cooking oil, giving it a speculative look, then raising her eyebrows at Warren.

[wwiii]

Warren wasn't entirely certain what she was thinking of, with that cooking oil. He blinked and tilted his head a little, trying to figure out just what that was all about, right there.

"Around a year," he confirmed, blinking. "We've been through a lot together."

And yet she still made him eat her baking.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Solid," Kenzi commented, and unscrewed the cap, humming, and looking for a handy hot cooling element to spill it into. "I'm liking it, people have food, there's travel, there's pink ponies..."

Dee dee dee, la la la, hm hm hmmmmmmmm! Oh look, a hot place. Would that smoke with oil?

[wwiii]

"I haven't actually met the pink pony yet," Warren shared, mostly letting his mouth do some talking while he watched her head to the element with the oil. "... Uh... what are you doing?"

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"The pony is awesome. She's throwing parties, she carries confetti with her wherever she goes..."

"Saving us!" Kenzi mouthed, and dropped a few hissing drops of oil onto the element, making it smoke. Hissss! Smooooke! "Oh no! Something's burning! Better turn everything off!"

And whooooosh that oil is way behind her on the other counter, quick like a bunny.

[wwiii]

"... That is possibly the most brilliant-" Wait. Fire bad. "I've got it!"

Yeah, there he was, making a dive to turn off pretty much any part of the stove that he could reach.

He was saving the day.

... From what was probably about the millionth batch today.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi coughed, trying not to over-sell it, waving her hand in front of her face, then heading over to open a window.

Hey, it was only the second floor, she could jump out too! "You've got it? You've got it! Way to go, Warren!" Woo hoo!

[wwiii]

Warren was like a junior superhero, now. This was kind of like his job, right?

"Well, someone has to do it," he reasoned, flicking on the fan over the stove.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Exactly! So many people would thank him!

"Nicely done," Kenzi confirmed, then hauled out the fire extinguisher. "I'll have this ready in case it flares up again."

[wwiii]

Warren was already secretly praying for the pin on the extinguisher to go, and for the stuff inside to end up sprayed all over the cupcakes.

By accident, of course.

"A great idea," he decided. "Good call."