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fandomhighdorms2014-06-24 09:43 am
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Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon]
It was summer, and that meant a few things, even across different worlds and dimensions. It meant that it was warm and breezy enough that Rapunzel had opened the windows of the common room this morning, after she'd returned from her little errands. It meant that her birthday had either passed (back home) or was coming up next week (here) -- which was sort of weird, but she was ignoring that.
But most importantly, it meant that everything delicious was in season, and so Rapunzel was making pies.
She'd barely done any baking since she'd gotten here, and this morning she'd woken up with the realization that she missed it. A trip into town had yielded baskets of berries and everything she'd need for crusts, and in very little time at all, Rapunzel had three different pies cooling on the kitchen counter in her common room, and was working on a fourth.
She had forgotten how fun baking could be, and was eagerly bouncing around the kitchen, neatly skipping over her hair and mixing ingredients. She'd also set out a bunch of little plates and forks next to the pies, hoping that was invitation enough. She needed people to try them in order to know which one was the best, after all.
[open CR is open! my coworker is out sick, la la la.]
But most importantly, it meant that everything delicious was in season, and so Rapunzel was making pies.
She'd barely done any baking since she'd gotten here, and this morning she'd woken up with the realization that she missed it. A trip into town had yielded baskets of berries and everything she'd need for crusts, and in very little time at all, Rapunzel had three different pies cooling on the kitchen counter in her common room, and was working on a fourth.
She had forgotten how fun baking could be, and was eagerly bouncing around the kitchen, neatly skipping over her hair and mixing ingredients. She'd also set out a bunch of little plates and forks next to the pies, hoping that was invitation enough. She needed people to try them in order to know which one was the best, after all.
[open CR is open! my coworker is out sick, la la la.]
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Because she needed to see that. Needed.
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Look! A joke! About a relatively modern thing! Rapunzel was learning.
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