2nd Floor Common Room [Sunday, Evening]

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After a good long lie-in, of the kind Kate never usually had, she'd called it a day off and made pie. Apple pie. It was a little known fact, that she left little known. Baking just didn't work for her badass image in the way that hitting things and glaring at people did.

But, spending her afternoon on that meant that this evening, she got to stretch out on the couch and eat pie. It was worth showing some domesticity.

Yes, she could have just pulled some bread out of the cupboards or microwaved something wrapped in plastic, but after a lifetime without processed food, she still found it... well, kind of disgusting. There were some things that were just better for being made from scratch.

It looked terrible, but tasted damn good, and went well enough with checking out what passed for entertainment. So far, still convinced the answer was 'nothing good'. The answer might change if she ever found anything that wasn't reality TV or a trashy talk show.

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Sam hadn't had a lie in but he was feeling lazy and wanted out of his room so the common room was the most logical place to go. When he wandered in, he gave Kate a half smile before settling his eyes on the pie.

"Little early for dessert, isn't it?" Sam asked like he hadn't ever had a day where he only ate junk food.

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Kate glanced over at him, throwing him a look as she finished her mouthful, and shook her head in disappointment.

"How can you even say that? It is never too early for pie." Even if it was the lumpiest looking pie you ever saw. She never had got the knack for making them neat.

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"Some people might say it'll ruin your appetite," Sam pointed out, snagging a bottle of water out of the refrigerator before taking a seat. "You're not gonna even want dinner tonight. Shame."

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"Some people are dumb," Kate returned. "You're eating just the same amount pie first, or pie after." She may or may not actually eat something savoury later, but the point was the same.

"If you repress the urge to tell me it looks like someone tried to bury a body under the top, I'll let you have some," she offered after a moment.

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"Hm. What kind is it?" Sam wondered, giving it another look. "Blood and kidney?"

That was...kind of a joke because, well, he remembered their last conversation.

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Kate snorted, and poked at another piece with her fork. "Please. That would be a waste." See, she remembered their last conversation too, and curled a little smirk.

"Apple." Way nicer than blood and kidney.

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Sam took a few sips of his water and slouched down, getting comfortable. "You make it yourself or pull it out of a box and heat it up?"

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"Scared I'm going to give you food poisoning?" she asked, looking a little amused. She was fairly certain boxed pie was a little more aesthetic than her attempts.

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"Why'd you make that assumption?" Sam wondered, raising an eyebrow. "What if it was just an innocent curious question?"

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The smell of delicious cooking called Butters toward the common room (and into the second floor one, too! Yes! It seemed his streak of accidentally winding up in a different one was over!), but he tried to tell himself not to be too hopeful. After all, it might smell wonderful, but it could be Karla cooking.

"O-oh boy!" he said once she saw it was Definitely Not Karla Cooking, though his fingers still tapped together nervously. "Is that pie?"

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Kate chewed her mouthful as she looked the kid over. It was rapidly looking like she wouldn't have left-overs.

"Does it look like it?" she asked eventually.

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Butters gave the assumed pie a good look. "No," he admitted, "but it sure smells like it."

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A scowl creased her face and she looked down at it. "Hey! It's not that bad." A little lumpy. Somewhat misshapen... Okay, maybe it was that bad, but she made it. She was allowed to be defensive!

"We had a disagreement over the definition of flat." That was all.

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Hey, you asked, Kate.

Butters rubbed the back of his neck a little, looking at the pie thoughtfully some more before his eyes wandered tentatively toward the girl who claimed to have made it. "You didn't use tartar sauce or nothing in it?"

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Kate pulled a face. "Apple pie. Why would I put tartar sauce in there?" That sounded like a horrible waste of good pie.

"It's not poisonous, I didn't forget to put sugar in, and there is nothing in there that shouldn't be." When did she start trying to sell her pie? She sighed. "Help yourself." Pushover.

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"Er." Suddenly, Butters wasn't feeling too keen on pie. "No, thank you, ma'am."

But he did at least offer an explanation about the tartar sauce. "There's this one girl, Karla, real pretty, lots of blonde hair, and they say she puts tartar sauce in her cookies. And that's wrong. Just wrong."

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Ma'am? Fairly certain no one ever had tried to call her that one. She shook her head barely perceptibly. Moving on.

"Magical unicorn girl?" This one had been mentioned a couple of times, obviously. Kate was picking up quite an image.

"Yeah, that is wrong," she agreed. "I try and cook edible. It's a thing, where I like to enjoy what I spent two hours making."

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Bruce was making his way back in from a run through London (sometimes he really did love the variety Fandom provided) when the smell of pie caught his attention. Figuring it couldn't hurt to stop by the common room and act social, Bruce did exactly that.

"What smells so good?" he said. And, upon realizing that there was only one person in the common room that he even vaguely recognized, he smiled and added, "And hello to everyone."

Taking the first session off really put him behind in meeting people.

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Kate lifted the plate in indication. "It's apple. Yes, I made it. No, it doesn't have tartar sauce in." Just covering all the important questions highlighted by the rest.

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"I'd ask why the tartar sauce thing was even in question, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to know," Bruce lied. Of course he wanted to know. He just wasn't going to ask. "Are you sharing, or just taunting passersby with it?"

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"I've offered. Everyone seems to think it's going to kill them." Which was sad for them, not so sad for her. More leftovers for tomorrow. "You haven't insulted it yet. That qualifies you for a slice."

"If you wanted some."

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"It doesn't look half as dangerous as some of the cookies I've tasted around here," Bruce said. "So, sure, I'll try a slice. Thank you."

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"What is it with people around here and putting weird shit into cookies?" she had to wonder, offering him the plate. It seemed to come up a lot.

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"In my experience, it's less that and more people just being terrible bakers," Bruce said, taking a piece. Now that she'd said that, the tartar sauce comment made more sense. "But I've probably gotten lucky there. I'm Bruce, by the way."

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"Kate," she offered in return. "You're on this floor too?" Just because she hadn't seen him around, didn't mean anything, really.