Fourth Floor Common Room | Friday Evening

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Peeta had almost been here for a full week and the whole thing still didn't feel quite real to him. Not living in fear was a new thing, and he wasn't quite sure how to react to it so he decided to settle down and do something familiar to clear his head. That something being baking, obviously. The kitchens were well stocked enough but the equipment was different than what Peeta was used to so he decided to stick with making cupcakes rather than anything too elaborate. The first batch was done and cooling and the second was almost ready to go in the oven. He was even making his own buttercream frosting because that can of pre-made stuff he found in the pantry was gross.

It wasn't so much clearing his head so much as it was a nice distraction, but he would take what he could get.

[Baking is so an identity. Open of course]

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[dollpocalypse]

"Like now?" Topher asked hopefully. "Or tomorrow! Or a different day! Like tomorrow! You could come to the store where there's... speed measurement things! It'll be totally professional!"

Probably!

[solarhippie]

"I don't know," Karolina hedged, because honestly, he was sounding a little like a mad scientist right now. Just a little bit. "Definitely not right now."

She didn't feel like lighting up the room with her glow.

[dollpocalypse]

"Tomoooooorrow?" Topher persisted hopefully. "It won't be weird or anything! Just... flying in a store with a lot of crazy awesome tech around."

[solarhippie]

Karolina shook her head. "I don't think that's such a good idea." Because she couldn't decide whether to be flattered or creeped out and, well, the idea of there being tech analyzing her didn't sit well with her.

What if the readings came out spelling out exactly what she was?

"Uh. Sorry?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Fiiiine," Topher sighed, flopping back in his chair in defeat. "Why does everyone always say no?"

Because you were weird and creepy, Topher.