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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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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!

That earned him a laugh. "Well, I'm sure that you'll grow up to be very tall, so one day you'll be able to see everything without having to get a chair to stand on."

She took a breath, looked over her ingredients, and shot Warren a quick grin. "You ready to make some cookies?"

"I am!" And then, naturally, Warren started with the question that was clearly the most important of all. "Can we start with the chocolate?"

Most. Important. Of all.

Rapunzel laughed. "Patience, Warren. When you're baking, you have to do everything in the right order. If you try to rush it won't turn out as delicious."

But... She shot him a sidelong glance. "But, maybe you should taste the chocolate chunks and make sure that they're good enough for the cookies we're about to make."

Oooh. That sounded like something that Warren would be very good at doing, so he smiled, and he nodded, and managed by some miracle to keep from fluttering about under that oversized shirt of his.

"I would like to do that very much, please!" Really! He'd be happy to! "I'll make sure that we have the best chocolate for our cookies!"

It was probably for the best that Warren's standards for 'the best chocolate' were far, far lower when he was seven-and-a-half than when he was nineteen. Older Warren would probably have his chocolate chips flown in from Belgium or something.

"Good. Though make sure you don't test too much chocolate. Some has to go in the cookies, you know."

"I'll only take a couple," Warren promised, leaning over the counter and picking a few chocolate chips from the bag. Four! Four wasn't too many, right? But still enough for taste-testing, probably. "Is this too many?"

Rapunzel laughed and shook her head, letting her hair cascade again. "You can have more than that if you like," she assured him.

After a momentary distraction (her hair was impressive especially when it moved around like that), Warren took careful consideration of the four chocolate chips in his hand, shoved them into his mouth somewhat unceremoniously (because manners only went so far when it came to chocolate), and reached back into the bag, surfacing again with a tiny handful and taking a moment to count them. It took a couple of tries, since the ones he already counted kept rolling back to join the other ones, but in the end, he wound up with...

"This many?"

That seemed like a lot of chocolate, all in one hand.

"That looks perfect," Rapunzel declared. "Make sure that they're all good, and if they are we can get started." And there might need to be some more tasting along the way.

"The ones I had were all very good," Warren reported, now hard at work popping each chocolate chip into his mouth, one by one, to make certain that they were all of the very best quality. "And this one, too."

He ate another.

"And this one.

And another.

"And this!"

"So are we safe to make the cookies?" Rapunzel asked, keeping a very solemn expression on her face.

Warren took a moment's consideration, tilting his head to the side as he ate one more chocolate chip. And then he nodded his approval.

"I think so, yes please!"

He'd even do his best to avoid getting melted-chocolate handprints all over the countertop.

If he did, that'd be fine.

"So, let's get started with the dough, then." Rapunzel grinned. "Ready?"

"Ready!"

And how!

Just as soon as he ate that one last chocolate chip, and then rolled his sleeves up some more, baggy things that they were.

"Okay then. The first step is to combine the butter and the sugar. So!" Rapunzel pointed at the box of butter sticks. "We need one of those sticks. Could you unwrap one for me?"

"Okay!" Warren replied, wiping his chocolately hand off on the front of his shirt (take THAT, Giorgio Armani!) before making a reach for a stick of butter. "And then what?"

Oh yes, he was going to ask all the next steps while he was still working on the first ones. That was just how it was done!

"Once it's unwrapped, put it in the mixing bowl." Rapunzel was glad she'd already washed it out.

"And then we need to measure out some sugar."

Oh! Warren liked sugar, too! This was working out well for him already!

He deposited the butter into the bowl with a hand that was now boy chocolatey and buttery, and was already making a reach for the sugar. The bag was kind of heavy, but he didn't seem to really have any trouble with it, hugging it to his chest and smiling over at Rapunzel.

"How much?"

He could probably do that, too! And only spill a little bit!

"One and a half cups," Rapunzel answered, resisting the urge to offer a helping hand. After all, half the fun was doing it yourself! "Do you need help with that?"

Warren set the bag onto the counter with a bit of a whump, and then made a reach for the measuring cup.

"I don't think so," he decided. "That's up to... that line, right?"

He pointed! He could totally read and count like a big kid, so he even pointed to the right line and everything.

Rapunzel leaned in to look over his shoulder. "That's it exactly!" she declared happily.

"Yay!" Oh yes. If Mr. Worthington found out that his son was saying things like yay while standing on a chair at a kitchen counter, wearing chocolate-smeared Armani that was way too big for him and measuring sugar by the cupful for chocolate chocolate cookies, he'd freak. "Okay, you hold the cup, and I'll pour the sugar!"

This could not possibly end well.

"Deal!" Rapunzel declared, taking hold of the cup so that it wouldn't slide away.

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