fandomhighdorms | 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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"Well, maybe some of them are just for fun, but there are learning ones, too." Oh, this would be rich. "Like Adolescent Mutated Samurai Frogs! It's about frogs that are samurai in the sewers!"

Which, as we all know, is completely possible.

"Oh? And what does that one teach you about?" Maybe Rapunzel should look into it!

"Samurai!" A beat. "And frogs!"

Which were very specialized areas of study, true.

"And nachos."

The traditional meal of the samurai.

"Nachos?" The other two made quite a bit of sense, after all.

"With extra cheese and jalapeño peppers," Warren confirmed.

He had no idea what one of the aforementioned peppers tasted like. But he was at least aware of the fact that they were, 'like, totally intense, dude.'

"I'll remember that," Rapunzel promised.

A promise she might well regret since she also didn't know anything about peppers.

"They're supposed to be awesome."

Yeah. Yeah, he was going to owe her an apology sometime, wasn't he?

"As awesome as cookies?" Rapunzel asked with a teasing little laugh.

"If you ask the frogs," Warren agreed. "But they probably sometimes put cookies on them too, because they do weird things like that."

Run awayyyyy.

[Bedtime again! Night!]

"Cookies? On nachos?"

Rapunzel frowned. "I thought nachos were chips with cheese on them..."

[Okays! Sleep well!]

"They are! That's just how the frogs like them," replied Warren, who was already starting to steal glances at the oven, wondering how long the cookies would be. "Sometimes they eat them with jellybeans and pickles, too."

Apparently, Warren had been indoctrinated into the world of horrifying flavor combinations well before Karla had ever attempted to bake a cookie.

"That sounds very weird," Rapunzel said a bit hesitantly. She didn't want to judge! After all, maybe they were right.

Also, oddly, the weirdness of jellybeans didn't make Rapunzel reconsider the peppers for the eventual day she tried nachos herself.

Warren shrugged a little.

"Maybe, I guess," he replied. "My dad won't let me try it, so I dunno."

Sometimes, Warren Jr. really was looking out for his son's well-being.

"And I don't know if we have the ingredients," Rapunzel shrugged.

But then grinned. "But I think that we do have some cookies that need to come out of the oven..."

Well, Warren was going to just have to have jellybeans with his nachos some other day, then.

"Cookies!" Right now, there were so many more important things to worry about. Like putting his milk on the counter and running over to open the oven door, peering in to see the way their giant cookies had turned out, first and foremost. "Look at that one! And that one! Those are the best!"

They were huge.

Rapunzel knelt down to look over Warren's shoulder. "I think you might be right!" she declared. "Shall we take them out, then?"

"Yep! And then we'll make sure they're the best cookies so that when we share them, people will like them too," Warren agreed, making sure the oven door was down all the way and not about to swing back up before letting go. "That might take two or three."

After the really big ones.

"Do you really think we'll be able to tell so soon?" Rapunzel teased. Though, if they really ate two or three each, well, Rapunzel wouldn't be surprised if they ended up with tummy aches. Their cookie totals would be pretty ridiculous.

After the chocolate chip, and the oatmeal raisin, and the peanut butter ones?

Well, Warren had a healing factor. But all the same...

"Well, maybe a few more than that," he decided, because that was totally how that worked!

"I may have to rely on you to test those," Rapunzel smiled. "I think I've only got enough room for one last," huge, "cookie."

"Oooonly one?"

The tiny boy was trying to be an enabler.

Worry.

"Well, it is a pretty big one," Rapunzel reminded him with a laugh. "So I think it counts like three."

"Oh..." Hrm. This was a dilemma. Warren could see her logic, after all. "Well, I guess."

A beat.

"Does this mean I only get one more cookie?"

SHE REALLY WAS LIKE ADULTS. NOOOOO.

Rapunzel grinned, only tempted to tease him for a moment. "Just because I'm running out of room for cookies, doesn't mean you have to hold back."

Oh, that was okay, then!

"Just as long as I share, right?"

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