Fourth Floor Common Room [Saturday afternoon]

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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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[wwiii]

... 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...

[glacial_queen]

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?

[wwiii]

"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.

[glacial_queen]

"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.

[wwiii]

"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.

[glacial_queen]

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."

[wwiii]

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.

[glacial_queen]

SHE WAS LOVING AND KIND.

"Of course I do," Karla said, giving him a wink. "You're greedy and refuse to share."

[wwiii]

"Well, nobody makes baked goods quite the same way you do," Warren pointed out.

In full and complete honesty, at that!

[glacial_queen]

"There's a certain special something I bring," Karla admitted.

Namely, disaster. And occasionally, salmonella.

"Which is why you get a pie of your very own."

[wwiii]

Oh, if only it was salmonella. Warren could nap off a case of salmonella.

"Why am I so lucky, Karla?"

Why, God?

[glacial_queen]

"Because I love you very much," Karla said, smiling up at Warren. "And anything to make you happy."