Fifth floor common room [Sunday afternoon]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

After she'd gone to church, Rilla came home, put Jims down for his nap and headed into the common room to make treats for Ken and Walter at the front.

Shortbread would last the long transit to France, and so would fudge--but she was making plenty in case snackers stopped by too.

[OOC: Open! Distract me from reading the news.]

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[flickofthewrist]

The reappearance of Jude last week had made Flick feel a little better about things. At least he knew his brother had found him and would come back at some point.

It made sleeping a little easier which meant he didn't feel quite as exhausted as usual when he wandered into the common room having smelled food that was definitely not something from a microwave.

"Smells good," he said mildly, peering over at Rilla and the kitchen area. That seemed like a good greeting.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla beamed at him. "Thank you," she said. "After a week of burning toast in cooking class, I needed to prove to myself that I could do better. Would you like a shortbread cookie? I think it's cool enough to cut now."

[flickofthewrist]

"And here I was thinking toast was easy," Flick said, coming closer because he wasn't going to pass up free food. He'd learned not to do that a long time ago. "Probably the only thing I'll manage not to burn."

The shortbread cookies did look good. He wasn't sure if he'd ever had them. Maybe Jude had bought them once or twice. He didn't remember.

"I think I'd like a cookie, yeah."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla cut her shortbread into triangles and passed one over to Flick. "It's really just sugar and butter," she said. "There's not a lot not to like. And they last for months, which is good because it will take them a while to get to France."

[flickofthewrist]

"You're sending cookies to France?" Seemed a long way to for cookies to travel. He took a bite of the cookie and it was pretty damn good. "What's in France for the cookies to enjoy? Are the cookies a fan of the Eiffel Tower?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"My brothers are fighting in the Great War," Rilla explained. "They're not terribly close to Paris at the moment, though."

[flickofthewrist]

"The Great War?" Flick said, brow furrowing while he tried to figure out which war had been dubbed that. It didn't take too long before he landed on the answer. "Ah, guess my suggestion of just sending a gift card wouldn't work, then. Probably not available during that time period."

[seveninchmotto]

It was only for so long that Isabelle could explore and roam the dorms with her heels clicking against floors before she had to make a stop somewhere with actual people. Since there were actually more chances of that here than back at the Institute.

So her wandering into this common room had been just a matter of time. "Ooh, is that fudge?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"It is," Rilla confirmed with a smile. "Would you a like a piece?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I would like several," Isabelle retorted, striding in and closer to the kitchen area. Honesty was the best policy, right? "But I can probably settle for one."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla laughed. "Well, you may have some," she said, "but I need to make at least four care packages with the rest of it."

[seveninchmotto]

"Care packages?"

A logical question!

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Rilla said. "I send cookies and socks and blankets to my two brothers and some friends who are on the front in France."

[seveninchmotto]

"There's a war in France?"

It was possible Isabelle didn't pay enough attention to the mundane world to be sure whether that was the case in this time or not. HEnce the raised eyebrow.

[flickofthewrist]

"And the allure of free food ropes another person in," Flick said idly, eating the last of the cookie he'd gotten from Rilla. "Seems to be a time honored tradition here."

[seveninchmotto]

"So I've heard." Way before coming here, even. Benefits of her family connections. Isabelle brushed her hair over her shoulder. "I guess it shows people here aren't hopelessly stupid."

[flickofthewrist]

"A lot of them are far from it," he replied in a tone that clearly said he knew he was in that group. He could be cocky when it was needed. "Guess we just have to hope that those that join each semester keep that quota up."

He raised an eyebrow at her and said nothing else.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle pretended not to notice. Or get what he was implying. Sometimes she preferred to play the airhead. It kept people on their toes.

She smiled. "So have you been here long?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Long enough." It felt like too long some days. Most days. "And I guess you're new? Or just very reclusive?"

She didn't have the look of a hermit, though.

[notapredator.livejournal.com]

Mira was out and about today and the smell of something decent in the oven was enough to pull her in. She wasn't really hungry, she was just curious to know who the cooks were around here.

"So, is someone cooking, or has the ventilation in this place just gone nuts?" Mira had to check. Just in case!

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I'm cooking," Rilla said with a smile, "though I won't complain if the dormitories started smelling like cookies."

[notapredator.livejournal.com]

"If that happens, I won't stop complaining. I work hard to keep in this kind of shape. I don't need the dorms constantly encouraging m to throw that away," Mira said. "The occasional real baker, on the other hand, that's fine by me."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla smiled. "Well, you may have a cookie or a piece of fudge if you'd like," she said, "but I won't be insulted if you pass."

[notapredator.livejournal.com]

"I'll take a cookie, thanks," Mira said before grabbing one. "Do you cook for people a lot, or is this a special occasion?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Well, I bake a lot," Rilla said, "but it mostly goes to my brothers and friends overseas. They're fighting in a war, so I try to send packages regularly so they don't feel forgotten."