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.))

Comments

[hurtingzeebo]

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

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack looked at her with a confused expression. "I haven't gotten kicked."

Oh. Jack. No.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam's foot lashed out at his shin.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"OOOOOW-OH-HO!" Jack said hopping onto one foot in pain. "Why are you so mean?!"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Why are you such an easy target?"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Why... do you have to be so difficult?" Jack snarked back.

[hurtingzeebo]

"'Cause it's fun?"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Have you no soul? It's mean!"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Hey!" Sam scowled. "I might be mean, but I'm not the one telling people they don't have souls."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but you kicked me!" Jack protested.

[hurtingzeebo]

"You made fun of my lack of cupcake."