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."

[crimson_sister]

"I am sure it takes hard work," Lucille replied, holding back a smirk.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Your people are a mystery even to yourselves, I have found," he replied dryly.

[crimson_sister]

"To some of us, perhaps."

Lucille understood humanity perfectly, of course.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Of course," he agreed, clearly amused by her insistence.

[crimson_sister]

It wasn't funny, Thorin.

"Perhaps your people take little interest in things that seem too mysterious."

That is more complicated than a rock.

[dwarvenswagger]

That did nothing to remove his amused look.

"Perhaps," he granted her.

[crimson_sister]

Thorin, your people liked rocks!

"Well, that is the impression you have given me."

Stop looking so amused.

[dwarvenswagger]

Never.

"I said nothing to the contrary."

He just implied it heavily.

[crimson_sister]

"Or to confirm it," Lucille pointed out. "Which might be said to confirm my observation."

She would not let him win.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Of course you might." Did he need to put a little emphasis on the 'you' in there? Yes. Yes, he did.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille felt it was time to steer the conversation in a slightly different direction. "One can hardly expect you to understand my people, considering that,"

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin smiled a little wider, walking past her to find something else to eat within the kitchen. "Perhaps if I had one of your lifetimes among you."

[crimson_sister]

"You are slow to understand things then?" Lucille asked. That smile annoyed her.

[dwarvenswagger]

Which was probably why he was still smiling.

"I shouldn't think so, but your people are so... mercurial in their behaviour."

[crimson_sister]

"And your people are... slow?"

It wasn't quite the opposite, no, but it was insulting.

[dwarvenswagger]

Rude, Lucille!

"Perhaps compared to the impetuous nature of your people."