fandomhighdorms | 5th floor common room ; tuesday afternoon

Flick couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten himself down to the common room. He'd been a little preoccupied with things and had been sticking to either his room or spots off island. Today, he was feeling decent enough that stopping by the common room for some food and some bad television didn't seem like a bad idea. Most of his plans for what he was planning for the alumni were in the final stages though he had yet to tell anyone about them. That would probably continue to be true.

Jude's birthday was coming up soon and Flick was trying to keep himself on the straight and narrow until that day passed and he could breathe a little easier again. He missed his brother everyday and that feeling might have been pushing him to actually do what he was doing today. Now, Flick was not a cook or a baker and he could barely microwave some things correctly but today, he was giving cookies a try because he and Jude had shared them when birthdays were remembered and no one was in hiding or hurt when they were kids. Sometimes, they'd find a candle and stick it in a cookie and have a little party while hiding in their rooms or in a closet. Sad, wasn't it?

Chocolate chip had been Jude's favorite so that's what Flick was going for right now. There was a hastily scrawled recipe in his back pocket and ingredients beside him. If anyone said anything about him baking cookies, he'd probably deck them or just curse them out very loudly.

And he wouldn't share the cookies either. The one person he wanted to share with wasn't around anymore so, yeah.

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Joker wandered into the common room looking for something to do. Bad television was always a good plan.

"Cookies?" he asked brightly, seeing what Flick was doing. "Sweet! Are they for sharing, or are you gonna be stingy with them?"

Hopefully, he wasn't actually going to deck anyone who asked, because Joker might literally die from that.

"I gotta make them first," he said, looking back at Joker. "After that, we'll see. Guess it'll depend on my mood at the time."

And if the cookies didn't come out charred and extra crispy.

"Well, then clearly we need to find something on television that'll butter you up," Joker replied with a grin. "What's your poison?" He started flipping through the channels looking for something good. "I'm guessing nothing with Nicholas Cage, am I right?"

"I've had enough of that to last a frigging lifetime," Flick said, shaking his head. "Nothing with him. I'm not a big television guy anyway. Your choice."

Eventually, the channel flipping came across ~~meta for~~ Die Hard 2. "Well, now, here we go," Joker said. "A real, actual action hero. Does Bruce Willis meet with your approval?"

Flick looked over at the television and nodded eventually. "Yeah, sure. He doesn't look like he's about to start uttering philosophy in an attempt to seem like some Zen loving wise man so I'm good."

Stupid Nic Cage. "You live up on this floor?" He didn't pay that much attention to his fellow floor mates, honestly.

"Nah, I'm stalking you," Joker answered with a smirk. "I mean, with your devilishly good looks, and everything I've heard about your cookies... how could I resist?"

"The devilishly good looks I'll agree on because it's true," Flick said before adding, "but anything about my cookies is fallacy and lie since this is the first time I've ever even attempted something more difficult then pressing buttons on a microwave. Must be stalking the wrong person."

"Man, and I put all this effort into it, too," Joker sighed. "I mean, the fourth floor common room was empty, so I came all the way up here to find you. And your cookies. And your fallacies and lies."

"If you were looking for me, you wouldn't have started with the fourth floor common room," Flick pointed out. "That's making me choice number two so even if I believed you, I'd be offended."

"You got me," Joker sighed, placing a hand to his forehead in dismay. "I'm not stalking you at all. I'm only after you for your cookies."

"You're pretty brave to want my cookies so badly when I'm not sure even I'm gonna want them," Flick told him, shaking his head. "They might turned out blackened paperweights."

"Well, if they turn into charcoal briquettes, maybe we could use them to smoke some bacon or something. That'd be pretty interesting."

"Or we could throw them away." Or at people but maybe not that. "You think burned cookies would really burn well enough to make bacon? Optimistic."

"Well, I've never made bacon before, and I only have the vaguest idea how, sooooo..... sure?"

"If I were more adventurous and wanted to ruin some cookies, I might give it a try," he said, getting the cookies formed and into the oven. So far, so good. "Bacon's easy. Put it on a griddle and make sure nothing catches on fire."

"Sure, but that's cooking it," Joker pointed out. "I meant the step before that, the one that usually involves hickory, applewood, or artificial smoke flavoring."

"Bacon's not that important to me to go to those lengths," Flick said, shaking his head and walking away from the oven to let the cookies bake. "It's good stuff but I'll leave all that to the people that get paid the big bucks because that is not me."

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