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Fourth Floor Common Room [Saturday afternoon]

The newbies had been on the island for an entire week! Rapunzel was pretty sure that at least some of them had to be feeling overwhelmed.

Besides, she hadn't had a chance to meet most of them!

But that was okay. Rapunzel had a solution to both of those problems! Baking. Lots and lots and lots of baking! Cookies, brownies, muffins, and cupcakes were already strewn over most of the flat surfaces in the common room.

And now? It was time for pie!

Rapunzel's tongue was caught lightly between her teeth as she caaaarefully worked to separate egg whites from their yolks.

Hopefully people would show up soon to either help bake, or help consume the results of all the baking. But either way, Rapunzel intended to take the opportunity to smile broadly and talk to them!

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One of these days, Warren would make it all the way to the roof before being distracted by something in the fourth floor common room.

Today was totally not one of those days.

"I smell baking," he announced, peering into the room, cautiously at first, and then breaking into a little grin.

Safe baking, even! Score!

Rapunzel spun around with a grin. "Do you?" she asked, trying to go for teasing, but not really managing it.

"I wonder why that is..."

Apparently it was harder to keep a straight face and not giggle when doing that than television had suggested.

"Well, yeah, unless my eyes are messed up right along with my nose," Warren chuckled, stepping into the room and looking at the way most of the room was filling up with baked goods. "You've been busy today, huh, Rapunzel?"

"A little bit!" she agreed eagerly. She walked over closer to Warren and let her voice drop into something that sort of, kind of approximated a conspiratorial whisper. "It's part of my plan to meet new people." Somehow Rapunzel managed to convey that this was a super-secret and subtle plan that no one could possibly guess.

Except for the part where she'd tell anyone who asked...

Well, Warren would do his best to keep the secret regardless, because that was just the kind of guy that he was.

"Oh yeah? Are you trying to lure them in, then? Because I can definitely see how this would be an awesome plan for that."

"Well, it's easier to meet them that way," Rapunzel pointed out. "And there are fewer funny looks than if you go wandering the halls and pouncing on people you haven't met yet."

See? She'd totally been thinking about this!

"Well, people tend to look at you funny if you're pouncing on them," Warren pointed out, reasonably. "Unless you're a kitten or something. Kitten pouncing is almost always welcome."

"A kitten?" Rapunzel grinned. "I guess kittens are pretty cute."

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Puppies, too, right? And Pascal?"

The chameleon poked his head out from beneath Rapunzel's hair at the sound of his name and looked very doubtful at being called cute.

But his grumpiness was adorable, too!

"Puppies too," Warren decided, "but I didn't know chameleons were pouncers. I always thought they kind of just..."

He stuck out his tongue to demonstrate.

"Bleah?"

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Hopefully Warren had managed to enjoy a few delicious and non-lethal treats before Karla showed up.

"We're going to bake a pie!"

You should have warned Rapunzel, Warren. You have only yourself to blame.

... Warren was going to run and sob somewhere just as soon as he had a moment where he could escape, now.

"Oh, yeah? What kind of pie?"

Though, in fairness, Rapunzel had managed to keep him more or less in check while they made the world's most chocolatey giant cookie, back when he was a little kid...

Yeah, but little kid Warren was a crybaby. Grown-up Karla was a whirlwind. But, hey, hope sprang ever eternal, right?

"I'm trying to convince her to try a garam masala pie!" Karla announced triumphantly. "It'd be curry."

U SEE WHUT SHE DID THAR, WARREN?

"So... you'd be making a meat pie?"

Warren was allowed to dream big, right? Because a curry meat pie might almost not be nightmarish.

If made by someone who wasn't Karla.

"Yup!"

Mincemeat, specifically! Which wasn't a meat pie at all, but Karla didn't actually know that.

"I bet it'll be delicious!"

You live that dream, Warren. Live it.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can't picture it being anything but..." QUICK FIND A WORD. "Exciting."

If there was a higher power, now would be a great time for them to just strike him dead out of mercy.

And yet still he remained!

"Of course, since I know how much you love to steal my baking so you don't have to share with others," she was giving him an amused glance. "So I'm making one all for you."

WHAT A HORRIBLE PERSON SHE WAS.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that," Warren replied, smiling a smile that was just a bit of self-control away from being twitchy.

No. Really. You didn't, Karla.

Ever. Please.

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Kenzi had caught sight of Karla. And now had the fire extinguisher under her arm. "Ready for anything, bro."

Warren gave Kenzi a thankful look at that. Like... seriously thankful. If whatever Karla baked wound up full of fire extinguisher foam, he wouldn't have to eat it.

"I was contemplating just grabbing whatever comes out of that oven and making a break for the window with it," he admitted, quietly.

"You're a true humanitarian," Kenzi muttered, checking the latch on the extinguisher. "'Course, if it's Rapunzel's cookies, that's just theft. Nummy, nummy cookies. Maybe Karla can't mess them up."

"She's making a pie," he whimpered softly. "A curry pie."

Which he'd be snatching with bare hands, because there wasn't time for oven mitts when it was something like that...

He'd get better!

"!?!"

Kenzi's look of horror was quickly replaced with determination. "What this room needs is a dog with a cast-iron stomach. Why don't we have one?... I'll cover your exit."

"I don't think I'd put any dog through that," Warren admitted, wrinkling his nose. "I mean, dogs are inherently good creatures. That's just cruelty."

A beat.

"And if the door is blocked, I'll just jump through the window."

Possibly through the window.

"Woo. Plan," Kenzi said, keeping her voice down. "I like dogs-- and you might have a point. We could practice on something evil?" She tilted her head. "Like those ducks in the pond? Although I dunno, ducks might not want to come into the dorms."

"The ducks and I have a very strict arrangement," Warren shared. "I don't bother them, they don't send the flamingos after me."

Angry pink terrorists.