2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[crimson_sister]

In Home Ec they had been taught how to make bread, and although Lucille hadn't been particularly successful until Hyacinthe came to her assistance -- which had been enjoyable -- she knew it was a skill that she might come to need in the future, even if she might not admit that to others.

Reading recipes, it seemed like making scones was easier than making bread, which was why the smell of newly made scones filled the common room. They didn't look pretty and Lucille herself had flour in her hair and on her dress. Hopefully they would taste good, and would make a nice breakfast.

Perhaps Cassandra would like them too? She might save some for her, even though they would be better fresh from the oven.

[Open common room!]

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[dwarvenswagger]

At the smell of freshly baked goods, Thorin found himself wandering on into the common room.

To see Lucille with flour in her hair.

"Good morning," he said with great dignity. Not amused at all.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille immediately suspected him to be amused. She was aware that her appearance looked untidy.

"Good morning."

[dwarvenswagger]

He would never! Wait, no. He totally would. And did.

"You're baking."

[crimson_sister]

"So I am." She gave him a possibly insincere smile.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Messy work, I gather." And there they were. Sniping at each other.

So precious.

[crimson_sister]

Why should they change something that worked?

"Does that concern you?" Lucille was still smiling.

[dwarvenswagger]

Fair point!

"No. Merely wishing to learn more about your new trade."

[crimson_sister]

"Do you think this is a trade?" Lucille asked. "I might just be preparing for my future as a proper wife."

This was a joke, Thorin. No lady would make her own bread. Unless you lived in a crumbling mansion unable to afford servants, but no one was to know that.

[dwarvenswagger]

HE WAS ROYALTY. HE DIDN'T KNOW.

"I struggle to understand what is considered proper among Men."

[sprinklesgoboom]

"Oooo! What'd you make, what'd you make?!"

Pinkie was unconditionally supportive of other people baking. So long as they weren't Applejack.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille gave the pink girl an unimpressed look.

"Scones."

[sprinklesgoboom]

That was alright. Pinkie was immune to unimpressed looks. "Is it your first time trying them?" she asked brightly. "That's so exciting!"

[crimson_sister]

"Is it?" Lucille felt sure already that she would never like Pinkie.

[sprinklesgoboom]

No way! Everyone liked Pinkie! Unless they were villains. Are you a villain, Lucille?

"Well sure! It's always exciting to try new things. I bet you can't wait to give these little puppies a taste, huh?"

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had murdered her parents. Did that make her a villain?

"Puppies?" Lucille wrinkled her nose. "I suppose they will make a good breakfast."

[Now I want scones.]

[sprinklesgoboom]

Kind of, yeah.

"A great breakfast," Pinkie agreed. "And maybe lunch. And a snack!" She was a bit like a hummingbird, surviving on pure sugar. "Are you going to use icing on them? Or jam? Or melted butter! And have them with lots of tea!"

[crimson_sister]

"Is that important to you?" Lucille replied.

She wasn't going to share after all.

[sprinklesgoboom]

". . . What you eat for breakfast?"

Geez, Lucille, she was just making conversation.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Good morning." Thorin had sort of gotten used to a pink pony, but now there was a pink girl on campus. Of course there was.

[sprinklesgoboom]

"Morning!" Pinkie greeted. "Were you drawn in by the amazing sconey scent too?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"Something similar to that," he replied. "Were you assisting Lucille in baking?"

[sprinklesgoboom]

"Nope!" They'd be more neatly shaped if Pinkie had a hand in it. Also, they'd be covered in sugar. "Those are all hers."

[dwarvenswagger]

Well, now Thorin was going to be very wary about trying them. Because he'd met Lucille, you see.

"For a class?" All he'd ever seen made by here was tea.

[sprinklesgoboom]

Pinkie shrugged. "Maybe? She's not in Creative Cooking, but I guess one of the other classes might've covered scones."

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin eyed the scones again. "Perhaps another breakfast is the best option."