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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 noticed that, Warren! But all it got from her was a smile.

"I think you're right. Maybe it's a little bit much," she teased, "but I bet we can make it work."

"If they don't work, I'll take all the bad cookies and we can make new ones from the start again!"

Warren had all the best ideas!

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"You're sure? You'd make that sacrifice?" Somehow Rapunzel managed to keep her expression somber.

That Warren! Always a giver!

"I would!" But really, he should stop looking so proud of himself. "And then everyone can share all the good cookies, and I'll get the bad ones!"

The delicious, delicious bad ones.

"All of them, huh?"

An idea struck Rapunzel, and she couldn't help asking: "What if they're all good?"

Then Warren would be sad forever. But he'd only pout a little bit.

"Then we make more just like them?" A pause. "And I'll share, too."

Because it was a lot of cookies for one little Warren to eat all on his own.

"That's very generous of you," Rapunzel smiled as she judged the dough was thoroughly mixed and ready to put into the oven.

"Dad says we can afford to be generous," Warren decided, giving the dough one more good squish with his fingers for good measure. "So I can probably share lots of the cookies. But I still want some if they're good, too, because we made them."

Tiny Warren maybe had a bit of a crush.

Older Warren was going to facepalm so much on Monday.

"That's fair," Rapunzel nodded. "If you help make the cookies, you get to help eat them."

She pulled out a clean baking tray. "Ready to get them set?"

"Yeah! Can we make a bunch of really big ones? Like.. like this big?"

Warren held out his hands in what he figured was a good approximation of a really big cookie. About the same size as his head was fine, right?

"We won't be able to make as many if we make them that big," Rapunzel pointed out. "Maybe we can do just one or two that size?" One for the each of them.

"Two," Warren decided, pleased with that logic, too. More cookies was always good! "One for you and one for me, and then all the normal-sized ones for other people."

Except for the rest of their own share, of course, because one really big cookie was still just one cookie.

"Perfect!" Rapunzel decided. She slid the tray in front of Warren, and then reached over his shoulder to dig her own fingers into the dough. "Shall we get started, then?"

But of course Warren gave an enthusiastic nod in reply to that! And it was even better, because Rapunzel was getting her hands all dirty and chocolatey too, and this was the best part, so it was like proof that she was way cooler than all the adults were!

All of them. Ever.

"This much, right?" Warren grabbed a chunk of dough and held it up for inspection. "For one of the big ones?"

"That looks perfect," she agreed with a big grin. "You make one for me, and I'll make one for you?" It was sharing!

And she could make him one that was just a little bit bigger.

"Okay! I'll make you the best cookie, I promise!"

This, of course, was said while he was plopping the dough down on the pan, and then mercilessly patting it down with tiny kid hands.

"I know you will," Rapunzel laughed, following suit. Though she didn't pat her dough down, content as she was to let gravity take care of that.

Gravity, bah. Warren would one day make a habit out of defying that at every possible moment.

"See?" He looked pretty proud of himself when he was done the patting. "Yours is the best!"

With all those mucky little kid handprints in it.

"It is!" Rapunzel beamed. "Perfect. Now we just have to make some more for everyone else and we can put them in the oven."

And it was probably about time to take the last batch out anyway, so there should be plenty of space.

Ooo! The peanut butter ones!

Warren nodded and started grabbing handfuls of the cookie dough, balling them up and then plopping them down on the pan in... surprisingly, actually just about the proper size for cookies.

He'd had a lot of time to watch daytime television, and cooking shows were marginally less boring than soaps or the afternoon news.

"Like this!"

Rapunzel nodded in approval and pitched in until they had a tray covered with ready-to-bake cookies. "Shall we, then?" she asked with a smile, already reaching for some oven mitts.

"Let's!"

This was the most awesome looking tray of cookies ever. Ever. Warren was already scrambling down from the chair again in order to go and open the oven up.

"Okay," Rapunzel nodded to the tray. "Can you hold the tray for me while I get the other trays out of the oven?"

"Uh-huh!" Warren looked thrilled as he took the cookie ray in his chocolate-covered hands, bouncing on his toes a little. "It's the peanut butter ones, right?"

They were gonna be awesome, too!

"It is," she agreed with a little laugh. Rapunzel pulled the hot trays from the oven with a practiced motion and then held out her mitted-hands for the tray Warren had.

[I can't stop giggling over the tiny typo you made there...]

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