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!]

Comments

[crimson_sister]

That was only because Elves were prettier than Dwarves.

"Considering what?"

[dwarvenswagger]

Tolkien says what?

"Consequences of our actions."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille would think Elves are prettier.

"Are you sure? Considering our actions are frequently an excuse for failing to take action."

Or it made sense that it could be, didn't it?

[dwarvenswagger]

"Perhaps when you live a mere six or seven decades, it seems that way," Thorin replied with all the haughtiness of his station.

[crimson_sister]

"And perhaps if you live however long you live you fail to see what needs to be done." Lucille could produce a matching expression, despite not being royal.

Dwarves tended to hide in their mountains, didn't they? Not that Lucille knew.

[dwarvenswagger]

Hey now, they were busy being the least favorite of the author's creations!

"300 years tends to be the age of my line."

[crimson_sister]

"You must be very young then," Lucille said, changing the subject a little. She didn't quite call him a baby though.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Older than most at this school."

HE WAS SO YOUNG.

[crimson_sister]

"Doesn't that mean young by the standards of your race?" Lucille asked sweetly.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Not yours," he replied dryly.

[crimson_sister]

"That isn't the important thing, is it?"

Lucille would find it so funny if he was little more than a child.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Is it not?"

Because Lucille was a petty, petty girl.

[crimson_sister]

"Don't you always see things from the perspective of your people? Why would this be different?"

Why would it, Thorin?

[dwarvenswagger]

"But you do not. So I fail to see why you may care on the matter," he countered.

[crimson_sister]

"I am merely trying to understand you," Lucille replied.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin hummed. "As I was trying to understand your newfound interest in baking."

[crimson_sister]

"How do you know it is newfound?" Lucille countered.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I have not seen you bake before now," Thorin pointed out.

[crimson_sister]

"How does that mean I didn't enjoy it before? I do many things you don't see."

You didn't want to know all those things, Thorin,

[dwarvenswagger]

"Then by all means, tell me of your baking," Thorin replied with a mocking little bow.

[crimson_sister]

"Why should I? Do you take an interest in baking?"

If he said he did, he was lying.

[dwarvenswagger]

"A newly awakened one." IT WASN'T EVEN A LIE.

[crimson_sister]

"I have yet to see proof of that."

Go on, Thorin. Make your own scones.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Proof of my newly awakened desire to learn baking," Thorin replied dryly.

[crimson_sister]

"Yes?"