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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."

Karla had a good nose for scents. Most of them were psychic, but the smell of baked treats? They managed to call for her from several floors away. Hopefully whoever was baking wasn't done yet so that Karla could help, too, but just getting to sit back and enjoy freshly baked treats was a fabulous consolation prize.

"Kiss kiss?" she called, poking her head through the doorway to the fourth floor common room. "Who's cooking, what's baking, and can I help?"

No, Rapunzel. Just say no.

[EEEEEE!!! YOU DID THIS THREEEEEAD!]

"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!

Poor Rapunzel. She didn't know any better!

"I am!" Rapunzel declared. Then she grinned. "And I think you are, too!"

"At least as long as you want to help me bake a pie..."

[Why, so I did!]

"I love pie!"

Sure, she'd never actually made one before, but she was a cookie and cupcake master. She was positive she could pick up the knack of pies without much effort, too!

"What kind of pie? Can I make suggestions?"

"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."

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...

Rapunzel giggled. "Suggest away. I've already got a couple of eggs separated, if that helps you with ideas."

"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.

Okay, the free food? Definitely one of the things Bobby had missed about Fandom. So was it any surprise that the smell of baking lured him up a floor?

"You're sharing, I hope?" he asked.

"How about...garam masala?"

Karla was hungry and kind of craving curry. And she'd heard of mincemeat pies before...it shouldn't be too hard to make one of those and just add the appropriate spices, right?

Someone needed to do a bit more research into what a mincemeat pie was. Hopefully that someone would be Rapunzel, because it wasn't going to be Karla, that was for damn sure.

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?"

"Bobby!"

Yes, Karla had seen in him Visor-Boy's class (sorry, Scott, but she'd met a different version of you first) but there hadn't been a chance for a proper greeting. Not since Christmas ~~which had been failsauce for me~~.

Which meant there was going to be a serious tackle-hug aimed his way. One liberally dusted with flour. And perhaps the odd egg or two.

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?

Bobby was never one to turn down a good tacklehug, of course. "That's my name," he told Karla cheerfully. "Don't wear it out."

Rapunzel giggled. And then tried to look serious and severe.

"No. There isn't enough."

Really. That was her believable face.

"Oh! I don't know that one! What's in it?"

Yay! New recipe!

"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.

"Well, that's true," Rapunzel allowed. "Pascal doesn't pounce very often."

She reached up to poke at him fondly. Which he clearly resented. Obviously.

"And his tongue is way longer than yours."

Which Bobby was going to counter with his very best pout, of course.

"Not even for a poor, starving student?" he asked mournfully.

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