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4th Floor Common Room, Saturday afternoon

Saturday was a good kind of day to bake cookies! Especially when it was chilly outside. Because that only made the cookies extra-delicious!

That, at least, was Rapunzel's firm opinion.

And the kitchen in the common room made it super-easy to bake! There were so many supplies! Sometimes, actually, there were too many. After all, Rapunzel knew better than to take all of the delicious ingredients and try to make one crazy batch of Franken-cookies. But that didn't mean that there weren't way too many delicious-looking ingredients.

So Rapunzel had settled for the only reasonable solution: bake different kinds of cookies. So while the chocolate chip were on the wire cooling rack (and weren't those a neat invention?), Rapunzel slid a tray of oatmeal raisin out of the oven and replaced it with a tray of peanut-butter cookies. She glanced at the sugar cookies and estimated they needed another five minutes...

There were far too many for Rapunzel to actually eat by herself, but Fandom had a tendency of helping her out with that sort of thing.

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That got a brilliant (if slightly crooked) smile out of Warren, and for a moment he nearly forgot to keep his wings flat, his shirt pulling tight against his chest before they bumped up against it and couldn't go any further. His shoulders shifted a little while he reigned himself in, big smile going worried for a moment, before he ducked his head down and just made a reach for another cookie.

Cookies! Way cooler than harnesses that he couldn't find this morning, okay?

"Thank you," he said. Again. Because manners, okay?

Rapunzel had her head buried in the pantry, so she missed the movement.

She turned back with a huge bag of chocolate chunks in one hand and a canister of cocoa in the other. "Think this will be enough chocolate?"

Oooo, cocoa! All that worry from a moment ago? Long gone, now.

"That looks like lots!" Lots more than he was used to seeing all in one kitchen. "Can all of that go in the cookies?"

... No, Warren. No.

"I don't think so," Rapunzel laughed. "Unless we make way too many cookies for anyone to eat."

"I don't think there's any such thing," Warren decided, grinning a little. She had a nice laugh! People didn't laugh much back home, lately. "And I bet there are lots of people we could share with, too!"

"But what about all the other cookies we need people to help us with?"

Oh! That was a good question!

"Umm... We keep those for later, too?"

A solution for all troubles! Yes!

"Aaaah. That's very clever!" Rapunzel grinned. "So, you've never baked cookies before? We should start at the beginning, then."

A very good place to start.

"What's the beginning?"

He kind of hoped that was the part where he'd get to sample the chocolate chips for quality.

"First we have to make some dough. So we gather up all the ingredients." Rapunzel smiled. "So: eggs, flour, milk, sugar, cocoa, and chocolate chips."

"And you have all the chocolate things," Warren replied, thinking that over before he put down his cookie and started to wriggle down from the counter. "I can get the milk! That might be in the fridge!"

Unless she already had it and the eggs out for the cookies. But bah, details.

Rapunzel did have some milk out, but there was more in the fridge, too. "See if there are any eggs in there while you're at it," she suggested, even though she had some of those out as well.

More wouldn't hurt.

"Okay!" A bit of careful sliding on his bum, and he was falling the last couple feet to the floor and making his way over to the fridge to investigate. "Should I get the whole carton? I can carry it really carefully so that I don't break any!"

"The whole carton will be perfect," Rapunzel declared with a grin. "That way we can make sure we have enough."

Warren was well beyond that point where he was worrying about much in the world at all, now, with the exception of just how carefully he needed to step so that he wouldn't smash open a whole dozen eggs on the floor. It meant he had to leave the milk behind and make a second trip, but breaking eggs was bad. Especially when cookies were going to be made out of them.

"Here are the eggs," he announced, holding the carton up to her. "I couldn't carry it all at the same time."

"Thank you very much, Warren," Rapunzel said with exaggerated dignity as she took the carton of eggs from him.

"You're very welcome, Miss Rapunzel," Warren replied, smiling brilliantly before scampering back to the fridge to retrieve the milk.

Yes, scampering, indoors, in front of people he barely knew. His father would be so scandalized.

Rapunzel, on the other hand, was not scandalized. She was utterly charmed instead.

"And once we have the milk, we can start making the cookie dough."

To his credit, Warren managed to keep from scampering back with the milk. In fact, he was almost as careful with that as he'd been with the eggs.

"So, right now? Just like that?"

It seemed so easy!

[Woe, I am not long for the waking world! Is SP okay?]

"Well," Rapunzel smiled, "we have to mix everything together properly. And that means you'll need to be able to see the top of the counter."

She pursed her lips. "Do you see a stool or something that you can stand on?"

[Heeee! I think I passed out, like, a minute before you sent this!]

Oh, she was trying to get Warren to break all the rules, today!

"Hmmm..." He squinted, getting up on his toes and peering around until he spotted a chair, and then pointed at it. "How about that? I'm not supposed to climb up on the chairs, but if I'm extra careful, it'll be okay, right?"

Her permission was worth so much more than the permission of any of the boring adults with all the rules.

Rapunzel pretended to consider this very, very seriously. "As long as you're extra careful," she decided with a nod. "We don't want you to get hurt, after all. But it'll really help."

"Extra super careful," Warren agreed, nodding seriously before flashing her a smile and then running over to get the chair.

And then dragging it across the floor allll the way back. When he grew up again, he'd probably even think to apologize for that scuffing sound. It wasn't quite nails on chalkboard, but it was close.

"Where should I put it?"

Rapunzel managed not to wince at the sound. He wasn't doing it on purpose, she knew, and she didn't want him to get the wrong idea.

"Well," she put her hands on her hips. "You'll need to be able to help mix the dough, so how about right there?" She pointed to a spot that would let them stand beside each other over the mixing bowl.

"There looks good!" He was practically chirping, now, as he circled around the chair and pushed it the rest of the way up to the counter before scrambling up onto it. "I can see everything from here!"

Well, he could see the counters, and the cookies, and Rapunzel. So, the important things!

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