fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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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"Squeak?" Toby grinned hopefully.

Petra presented him with a cupcake. Sure, it was one of the ones she'd messed up the icing a little on, but it was still delicious. "I find your squeak satisfactory," she proclaimed.

Like Toby cared from icing presentation. "I give it the Logan Seal of Approval," he declared after a bite. He paused for a moment before taking another bite, trying to decide between eating it all at once or attempting to make it last.

...Eating it all at once totally won.

"Glad you liked it," Petra said, and then, "...really liked it, I guess."

"I'm not the world's most patient person," Toby admitted. Which... may have been evident by the fact that he hadn't wanted to wait till the club fair to have a cupcake, yes.

"Which is why you ran out without your shoes?" Petra guessed.

"No, that would be because someone stole them," Toby admitted.

Petra boggled for a moment before saying, "What, like, all your shoes, or did you just have one pair to start with?" Boys.

"Just the one to start with," Toby admitted with a sheepish look, suddenly finding the carpet very interesting.

"Boys." Petra was as of yet unaware of Kenzi's more larcenous tendencies, or she might have suggested asking her. "Amazon and overnight shipping?"

"Why would I order shoes from the Amazon?" Toby gave her a puzzled look. "And overnight sounds kinda expensive."

Petra facepalmed. Then she lowered her hand and asked, "Amazon.com? And, I mean, you have no shoes. It's either that or walk to a shoe store. Barefoot. Sometimes you do have to splash cash. I would offer you shoes but mine are all, you know. Girl shoes."

"That's... a website?" he guessed. He vaguely remembered hearing about websites in school at some point. "I don't get paid for a couple days yet anyway, so it's kinda moot."

"Okay, I know you have websites here, I've used my computer," Petra said. "Are you messing with me? And seriously? You just intend to go barefoot until you get paid?" What if he stepped on broken glass? What was his plan then? Pay the medical bill with his paycheck and go barefoot another month? Boys.

"Well, maybe," he conceded. "I've just never had to use one. And... yeah? I could steal off someone else, I guess, but-" he shrugged. He didn't have to, so he wouldn't. Although conning people out of cash wasn't entirely written off as a plan.

"No," Petra said, "no 'cycle of shoe stealing.' That's a terrible solution, what is wrong with you?" She sighed. "Okay, look, do you have two dollars?"

"...Probably?" Toby replied, a little dubiously. "Why?"

"Because the convenience store in town isn't very convenient if it doesn't sell two dollar flip-flops, now, is it? So I'm willing to cut a deal with you where you give me two dollars and I entrust you with my cupcakes while I get you some freaking shoes."

That... was disturbingly logical. Toby rummaged around in his pockets and came up with a loonie (...how did he still have one of those left?) and a bunch of other random change. "I, um," he said, somewhat flustered as he held the handful of change out to Petra. "Thanks? You can totally trust me to guard the cupcakes," he shot a glance over at Sam. If anyone was going to try and snag another, it'd probably be her, he figured.

"Yeah, watch out for her," Petra said as she took the change from him. "And Jack, he was aiming for thirds earlier. What size do you wear?" Was this Canadian money? Whatever.

Was 'hand me downs' a correct answer there? "...Nine, I think?" he shrugged.

"Seriously?" Petra asked. "Because you really could borrow my shoes, I'm an eleven." Not many guys could rock heels like Sinjin, but she had some sandals that might work. And, "My running shoes aren't pink? They have purple trim, though."

"Purple trim would be better than potential glass in my feet," Toby had to admit. "I mean. If you don't mind."

"No problem," Petra said. "Hang on." She left, entrusting him with her cupcakes, and returned a few minutes later, shoes in hand. "I'll need them back when you get shoes of your own, obviously," she said as she held them out to him. "Oh, and you can have your money back."

Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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