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?"

[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]

"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]

"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."

[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]

"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."

[wasthecuteone]

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

[hurtingzeebo]

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

[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."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" Jack said. "Ah. Rainbow. Very nice!"

And then a bite.

"And tasty!" he said with his mouth half full of cupcake.

Classy, Jack. Classy.

[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.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

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

[wasthecuteone]

"Because you're being a thief. They aren't for you. Unless you stop by my booth at the club fair tomorrow," Petra allowed.

[hurtingzeebo]

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

[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."

[hurtingzeebo]

"I could do that," Sam decided. "Wait, is that a 'I agree to stop by your booth and I get a cupcake now' deal, or a 'the cupcakes will be at the booth tomorrow so stop by and get one then' deal? 'Cause I'm not known for my patience."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

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

Oh. Jack. No.

[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's foot lashed out at his shin.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"A hundred years, almost. I'm taking advanced Russian language courses online, I have to read about it in Russian," Scully said. Then mused, "And how sad is it that I have to clarify that? I might be actually visiting them, for all you know, around here."

[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."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

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

[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.