Sixth floor kitchen- Wednesday late morning and afternoon

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Today seemed to be a busy day for a lot of things, but Annie hoped people would show up for today's cooking extravaganza for tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast. When she wasn't in class, Annie was here, getting things set up or trying something from a recipe book. Cooking was easy, right? You just put stuff together according to directions. Nothing hard about that, and way easier when you weren't four.

Moddable ingredients and utensils and things were available for anyone who wanted to stop by and help!

[So open, and set so no one has to choose between this and reserves or the party. I may or may not be slow, so you'll just have to ping in and talk to each other too. *nods*]

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[wasthecuteone]

"Then you're lucky, unlike those of us who can't go home for Thanksgiving," Petra informed him, because she dismissed the zombies thing immediately. "You can have pie at home. Tomorrow. Like the rest of the world."

[dollpocalypse]

"My mom doesn't believe in pie," Topher objected. That was actually true! "She believes in organic crackers."

He hated LA. He hated it so much.

[wasthecuteone]

"Well, that sucks for you, but you still can't have any pie today."

[dollpocalypse]

"I disagree," Topher said firmly.

TOPHER, NO. DO NOT PICK UP THAT SPOON. NO.

[wasthecuteone]

Yeah, that would be Petra's spatula coming down to smack his knuckles.

"You can disagree all you want but you still can't have pie."

[dollpocalypse]

"Ow!" Topher yelped, gaping down at his hands. "Dude!"

He'd been punched before, but having it done with a blunt object was new even for him.

"Who does that!"

[wasthecuteone]

"That would be me," Petra told him. "Dude."

[dollpocalypse]

"Well, you suck!" he retorted maturely.

[wasthecuteone]

"I'm not the one who was trying to steal pie!" Petra pointed out, her spatula at the ready in case she had to smack him again.

[dollpocalypse]

"It doesn't have your name on it!" Topher exclaimed. "Unless your name is a lattice!"

Ha. Take that!

[wasthecuteone]

What did her name being on it have to do with anything? She didn't get this guy. "It's for everyone," Petra told him. "For tomorrow. And I have worked hard on this food, so I get a say in what happens to it. You want pie, you make your own damn pie. You don't just get to mooch off our hard work and make us have to do more work to have enough pie for tomorrow."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was going to break this down into small words so that this would resonate and because he was a dick.

"I. Don't. Know. How. To. Make. Pie."

Oh, but he couldn't just stop there, could he? No. He could not.

"That's a girl thing!"

[wasthecuteone]

"That's. Not. My. Problem." And oh hell no. "And fuck you and fuck your sexism too."

[dollpocalypse]

"Look, I'm just saying! Do you see any other guys in this room?"

[wasthecuteone]

"What does that have to do with anything?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Guys don't usually know how to bake!"

Topher, please. For your own safety. Stop.

[wasthecuteone]

"Plenty of guys know how to bake." Petra had seen a guy making chocolate orange cupcakes with fucking buttercream and ganache, like, last week! "Just because there aren't any guys baking right now doesn't mean guys don't bake. Get over yourself and your 1950s gender norms and watch some Food Network or something sometime."