Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[wasthecuteone]

Petra was, she would readily admit, not what one would call a great cook. She could do the basics and maybe even get a little creative from time to time, and she could catch and clean a fish and cook it over the campfire like a pro, but she wasn't about to start whipping out five-course gourmet meals. But she was pretty confident in her ability to follow directions, and she'd been poking around on the internet earlier when she found the perfect recipe for the club fair tomorrow: cupcakes. And not just any cupcakes, but rainbow cupcakes. They were so cute, so cheerful, so on-theme, so delicious!

Sure, there were a lot of fiddly steps involved in making the layers come out right, but as long as she took her time and read through carefully, and didn't freak out when some of the yellow batter somehow got in her hair, it was all good. She even made the frosting, although she was tempted to just use Funfetti. Also, her apron was super cute, if she did say so herself.

((Open common room is open! But Petra'll swat your hand with a spatula if you try to take one of her cupcakes. They're for tomorrow.

Well. Maybe if you're really nice she'll let you sample one for quality control.))

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[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Hungry? Yep. That's Jack. So when the smell of baked goods permeates the dorm, it wasn't hard to track down where they were coming from.

"Ooooo. Cupcakes," Jack said his eyes going wide at the sight of them. "Are they for sharing?"

[wasthecuteone]

"They're for sharing tomorrow at the club fair!" Petra said cheerfully. Then she tapped her chin thoughtfully and said, "But I do need a taste tester..."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

And that's when Jack's hand shot into the air.

"Oh! Hey. Look at that. You got a volunteer," he joked. "Is this for any club in particular?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Pride," Petra said matter-of-factly as she selected a cupcake to give to Jack. "Hence, rainbows." She offered it to him. "They're just vanilla, though, it's food coloring."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully was taking a break from Russian, although all the words were still floating in her head. So in looking for food she went a little further afield than usual, and ended upon Fifth.

"Those look delicious," she said, smiling at one of the girls she'd seen around the picnic. "What's the occasion?" She started rummaging in the cupboards, and found a box of macaroni and cheese to make.

[wasthecuteone]

"The club fair tomorrow?" Petra said. "I'm starting a Pride chapter. Hi, I'm Petra. I'm also running for junior student council representative, but that has nothing to do with the cupcakes."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

LJ-Login works again HURRAY.

"I've seen those around." Even someone as much of a hermit as Scully couldn't miss all the decorations. "I think it's great your starting a PRIDE chapter, too. I know there are several students here who'd benefit. The cupcakes are a nice touch." She smirked very slightly and added, "I'm Scully, by the way. I live down on second."

[wasthecuteone]

"I hope so," Petra said, "and, y'know, everyone likes cupcakes. So did the cupcakes draw you in, or do you usually eat up here?"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Dana," Jack said with a wave. "What's shaking?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"The Russian Revolution," Scully said, then quirked a smile. "Which is why I'm indulging in mac'n'cheese. Nothing like reading about starving peoples to make me hungry."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Didn't that happen..."

Jack paused as if he thought he could actually think of the date of when the Russian Revolution might have actually happened.

"-a long time ago?"

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam smelled good things, and thus found her way to the fifth floor.

"Baking." She nodded, looking vaguely impressed. "Sweet."

And, yes, she totally made a play for snagging one of the cupcakes. That was just how she rolled.

[wasthecuteone]

Petra swatted at her hand with her spatula. "Hey, now!"

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam swatted the spatula back. "Your spatula is attacking."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"I got a cupcake," Jack said smugly holding up the empty wrapper. "And you didn't."

Jack resisted the urge to say "Neener Neener" but it was totally implied.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Yeah, well, I didn't get kicked, either."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Sam," Scully greeted her. A little warily. The last quiz on the iCarly show had yet to be forgotten.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam nodded back. "Random debate girl. Heeeeeeeey, you should totally come back on the show."

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

Toby's food radar? Apparently in good working order. In case anyone was wondering. It explained his presence in the common room, anyway.

It didn't explain the lack of shoes, but that was kind of irrelevant.

"Is someone baking something?" he asked, poking his head into the common room. Quickly followed by the rest of him, bare feet and all.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Toby. I'm making mac'n'cheese," Scully said, looking over at Petra. "Petra's cupcakes are for tomorrow, though." She might have been studying him just a little curiously here. Remembering certain weirdness during the last monster invasion.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"That mean you're sharing?" Toby asked hopefully.

[wasthecuteone]

"Cupcakes!" Petra confirmed. "For the club fair tomorrow."

So he was barefoot. Whatever, it was the dorms, it was like walking around barefoot in your house, Petra figured.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Any chance of getting an exclusive cupcake preview?" Toby had to ask.

[hurtingzeebo]

"You know, if you're not careful, someone'll step on your toes."

Possibly Sam.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it," Toby made a face. "I've had a bunch of close calls already."