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Third floor common room [Monday afternoon]

Mara danced around the common room, singing to herself as she swung her gorgeous, natural red hair over her shoulders while beautifully baked (or so she thought) cookies cooled on the counter next to the stove.

It was so AMAZING to be Mara and be beautiful and brilliant and funny and a deadly assassin all in one adorable little package.

She was such a special, special snowflake. And you could be one too, if you'd ventured outside today...

[OOC: So open.]

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Travis wasn't going to be dancing into the common room but he did stop and stare at the familiar person who was getting her groove on. Apparently, things were just that great in her world?

"What smells good?" That was the important part.

"I made cookies!" Mara proclaimed, beaming at him. "I'm an amazing cook."

...apparently.

"And very confident to boot," Travis said, sounding amused. "I didn't know you could cook. What's the occasion?"

"It's some sort of festive holiday soon," Mara said, "and I holed up in my room with the food channels this week because out here was creepy."

"To say the least," he said, pushing into the common room. "You gonna share those cookies or do I have to pay up? Pay a toll or something?"

"I'm also very sweet and generous," Mara said, "so you can have as many as you'd like."

Such a special snowflake.

"Are you okay?" Travis asked though he didn't let the weird confidence stop him from taking a cookie. "I think this might be the most...cheerful I've ever seen you. Not that there's anything wrong with it. Just different."

He took a bite of the cookie.

"Oh wow. That's...wow."

"Good, right?"

Because everything she did today was perfect, or so she thought...

"Very good," he said, nodding and finishing the cookie. "My compliments to the chef. What other sweet and generous things you done today besides make amazing cookies?"

"Brightening the galaxy with my existence isn't enough?" Mara asked, smiling.

Travis laughed because that had to be a joke, right? Right? But, it didn't exactly sound joking...

"Well sure, but there are lots of people doing that," he teased, glancing around. "I think you might have some competition."

"Like who?" Mara demanded. "I made cookies! Can they make cookies?"

Calm down, Mara.

"I...don't know?" Because he didn't. He'd been teasing, after all. "I mean, what if I made cookies. Wouldn't that make me special and awesome?"

"Well, your hair isn't as good as mine," Mara decided. "Can you make cookies too?"

"I can buy cookies," Travis joked, shaking his head. "What's hair got to do with this? What's wrong with mine? At least it all grew back!"

Finally.

"Baldness is generally not adorable," Mara said, "though there are some exceptions...and everyone knows homemade is best. Or something. There was a lady on the television who was very insistent on that."

Ina Garten made an impression.

"Do I look bald anymore?" he asked, indicating his hair. "And I was perfectly adorable when I had no hair. That's judging a book by its cover and not generally something that a sweet person like you're claiming to be does."

"That's why I said generally!" Mara said. "I'm still sweet!"

Mara: not really good at sweet.

"You're insulting bald people!" Sort of. "Would a sweet person do that? I dunno, I think you may have given up your title of someone sweet."

"Well, some people look silly bald. It's not wrong to tell the truth!" Mara tried.

"Would you look silly bald?" What even was this conversation? Something strange was going on and Travis really hoped it wasn't still the whole ghost thing. "Sometimes people can't even help being bald, you know."

"I would look amazing bald," Mara said, "because I am an incredible person."

"And see, asking you to prove it would make me a terrible person," Travis said, smirking. "I've been there and I know it's hard to look amazing bald."

But there'd been other circumstances that made him look terrible.

Mara wrinkled up her nose--adorably because everything she did was wonderful today--at him. "I will not be goaded, Travis."

"It was never my intention to goad you," Travis replied, snickering. "Because then you'd do it and blame me and I'd never be able to get you to forgive me. Besides, it's winter. Your head's gonna get cold if you're bald. Trust me."

"And as cute as I would be, even with a head cold, I think I'll have to pass," Mara decided. "Have another cookie."

"...whatever's making you this way isn't something you put in the cookies, is it?" he asked, a little suspicious now.

"Made me what way?" Mara asked.

"I dunno." There was just something off about this. "So optimistic that it hurts?"

Maybe that was it?

Mara tilted her head (adorably) as she thought about it. "Maybe I'm a little...cheerier...than normal. It could be the holidays?"

"Maybe." Still. But, despite the weird vibe, he picked up a cookie and took a bite. "No matter what, you do make good cookies. I'm very impressed."

"Thank you, it's a gift."

One that would surprise the hell out of her future kid.

After coming in from outside, Johnny was walking around shirtless because, really, why would someone like him cover up and rob the people of a beautiful sight?

"Hey, Mara? How's it going?" Johnny asked while he flexed.

[OOC: Super belatedly but I had to.]

Edited 2014-12-09 02:24 (UTC)

Mara was certainly not going to complain about that view.

At all.

Ever.

"Much better now, and I was already pretty perfect," Mara said, beaming.

"Yeah, I know how you feel," Johnny said as he posed. "Are those cookies gluten free?"

"Of course!" Mara said. "And vegan."

The cookies were also special snowflakes, apparently.

"Nice," Johnny said, taking one without even asking because why would anyone deny him special snowflake cookies? "Beautiful and you know how to make delicious cookies. You bring almost as much to our room as I do with, you know, these." Yes, he was pointing at his abs.

And, honestly, Johnny didn't think the cookies tasted that great. But the very fact that he had eaten one made them awesome, so he couldn't complain.

Well, even Fandom had a tall order in making vegan, gluten-free cookies taste that awesome.

Mara took a long, appraising look at his abs (you know, for science) and pursed her lips. "They're all right," she conceded, "but I'm still prettier."

"We may have to agree to disagree," Johnny decided after a moment of contemplation and ogling. "Unless, of course, you'd want to give me a better look." He'd still be prettier, but that was by no means an insult to Mara.

"Alana might have a thing or two to say about that," Mara said, which wasn't exactly a no.

"You really think someone like this is going to be tied down?" Johnny asked. "But if you're passing, that's something you'll have to live with."

"Well, I live with you, so I can probably try again some other time," Mara replied.

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