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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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Warren was exploring. He was kind of hungry, and there wasn't really anything to eat in the room he shared with Bobby (except for bunny food, which he'd decided after tasting one pellet was absolutely not for people), so he'd gone on a brave adventure around the dorms to see if he could find food that wasn't made of compressed hay or whatever.

And then he'd smelled cookies. Real cookies, like brand-new fresh, and so he was peering into the common room to see if maybe that was where the smell as coming from.

He was wearing a grown-up shirt that hung down somewhere past his knees, because he couldn't find a coat that was long enough to cover his wings, which were still kind of showing through the fabric because he couldn't find his harness this morning, either.

"Excuse me," he said, kind of shyly, from the doorway. "Are you making cookies, miss?"

She seemed kind of grown-up and like a stranger. So he was being polite and wary.

Miss? Rapunzel had never been called miss before! It was kind of neat. She turned, a grin on her face as she looked for the source of the question.

Ohmygosh! He was so cute!

Her smile got even wider. "Why, yes I am," Rapunzel answered. "But I'm afraid I made too many, and I can't possibly eat them all." She tilted her head, sending a wave of her hair cascading slightly to the side. "Do you know anyone who might be able to help me with them?"

Warren's eyes got a little wider at all of the lady's smiling, and then kind of fixed on her hair for a moment before he managed to look up again, smiling warily and taking a little step into the room.

"I could maybe help," he volunteered, "if you'd like me to. I am pretty hungry."

And she seemed nice, and he wanted to be helpful, even.

"Oh," Rapunzel sighed in relief, "you're such a life saver."

She knelt down so that she'd be closer to the little boy's height. "And what should I call my hero?" she asked him with that same smile.

Oh, wow. Adults never got down like this to talk to him, ever. It kind of made him feel sort of... special, maybe. And, for some reason, about a million times more shy. He smiled a bit, but he looked down at the floor, blushing a tiny bit and scuffing his toe in a way that his father would absolutely disapprove of, and replying even more quietly than before.

"Warren."

Warren, who was apparently shy, like a shy thing.

"That's a very good name," Rapunzel declared. "I have a good friend named Warren, and I bet you're just as nice as he is."

"So, Warren, what kind of cookies do you like? I accidentally," yeah, right, "made a bunch of different kinds."

"A bunch?" Warren blinked up again, his moment of shyness giving way to curiosity pretty quickly. "Um... Do you have any of the peanut butter ones, please?"

It had been a while since he'd had cookies of any sort. There were just some things that didn't occur to his dad, and the fact that cookies were practically their own food group to a kid of Warren's age was unfortunately one of them.

"Or any kind," he added a moment later, because manners had been thumped into him at an early age. "I like any kind of cookie, thank you."

"Well, it just so happens that I put in a batch of peanut butter cookies just a few minutes ago, so you may have some when they are done!" Rapunzel tapped her chin thoughtfully, still crouched down to Warren's level. "However, we can't let you just go hungry until they're done cooking, so would you rather have chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin while we wait?"

A glass of milk went without saying.

Rapunzel was quickly climbing up Warren's very short list of favorite adults.

... So far, she was on it, and his dad was, and they were kind of vying for the top slot. Cookies kind of had that way with a kid.

"Either would be perfect, please," he decided, smiling a little bit more. This lady was definitely easy to relax around, at least a tiny bit. "Are you going to have one too, miss?"

"How about one of each for each of us?" Rapunzel suggested. "And a glass of milk, too."

That sounded perfect, didn't it?

Oh, so help him, Warren actually got excited enough about that to bounce on his toes a little. Milk and cookies! It was a red-letter day!

"Yes, please!"

Oh yeah. Rapunzel was totally in the top slot.

"Would you like me to stay by the counter so I don't make a mess?"

"Actually..." Rapunzel grinned a bit mischievously. "It might be easier if you sat on the counter so that you could keep an eye on things. You know, make sure the cookies don't get away."

What did he think of that plan?

"Well..." Warren squinted a little. He could probably get up on the counter himself, if he was allowed to push a chair over. Otherwise he'd need some help up. Either way, the getting there was the easy part. "So long as you promise not to tell? I'm kind of not allowed up on the kitchen counters."

Or, really, near most of the things in the kitchen. But if the nice lady said that it was okay...

And making sure the cookies didn't take off was important...

So he was willing to break the rules just once!

"It'll be our little secret," Rapunzel promised.

She stood up and looked down at him with an easy smile. "Want a boost?"

Warren wasn't really supposed to climb on the furniture, either, so accepting the nice lady's offer was easy enough. If he was going to break the rules, he was only going to break a few of them, and what harm could a boost do?

"Yes, please," he decided as he walked up to the counter. It came up to about the middle of his chest, and if he stretched he could probably reach the wall on the other side of it himself, but climbing it would be a different matter entirely. "I'm very light."

Hollow bones kind of did that to a kid.

With a smile Rapunzel lifted him by his hips, surprised not that he was light, but by how light. "Wow, you certainly are!"

She set him on a clear bit of the counter.

"Now you go ahead and get started on some cookies," she said, waving at the plates on the counter, "while I go get us some milk."

Warren offered Rapunzel a little smile, squirming a bit as he settled on the counter so that he wasn't sitting on his own feathers or anything like that. It was comfy enough, after he'd adjusted. There was no back of a seat to squish up against, after all.

"Thank you," he said again, not quite worried that the manners were going to get annoying yet, and then gave the plates a thoughtful looking-over before selecting one (the one that required less reaching) and then starting to munch on a chocolate chip cookie.

... And then munching on it a little more excitedly, because omgchocolatechipcookieomnomnom.

Ahem.

Kenzi had followed her nose. Sniff sniff! "Ooooooooo!"

Rapunzel came back and held out a glass of milk.

"So are they good?" she asked. Normally she'd sound worried, but Warren's expression meant that she didn't really not know.

"Mmmhmm!" No talking with his mouth full! That was the rule! But he definitely nodded enthusiastically, accepting the milk and washing down the cookie before speaking. "They're very good! I don't remember having cookies like this before!"

For all that the Worthingtons had money coming out their ears, Warren's dad was really more the 'occasional oatcake' kind of guy.

"Awww." Rapunzel blushed lightly.

"I'm glad you like them." The degree to which Warren seemed to be enjoying the cookies made the one Rapunzel bit into herself somehow sweeter.

"Ooooooooh?" Rapunzel repeated with a little smile.

"Those smell delish-ous!" Kenzi bounce forward, then saw Rapunzel's hair, and squealed. "Omygosh you have the mostgorgeoushairever!"

"I do very much," Warren agreed, finishing off the chocolate chip and then picking up another. Oatmeal raisin? He was game! "You're a very good baker, miss."

Warren had clearly been a charmer at an early age.

"You really think so?" Rapunzel asked with a slight blush and a grin. She was asking about the cookie thoughts and the hair thoughts.

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