4th Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

After his interaction with Lucille on the subject of baking and what he deemed a suitable amount of research on the subject, Thorin was baking.

With all the Dwarven intensity needed for the process.

It was gingerbread and the shapes were intricate and perfectly geometric. Because of course they were. He, on the other hand, was a little flour-y and a lot intense as he watched the cookies bake. Like he was on some sort of English baking show.

At some point in his life he might realize how ridiculous this situation was. That point was not right now.

[omg finally a slowish day at work! Open!]

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[crimson_sister]

Sadly for Thorin, Lucille happened to walk past the 4th floor common room.

"You are baking?"

She hadn't expected that.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I am." So there. "It didn't seem difficult."

[crimson_sister]

"I am sure someone with your talents finds it easy," Lucille said. "The flour in your beard suits you."

[dwarvenswagger]

"More so than it suited you," he replied, trying to covertly clean his stubbly beard.

[crimson_sister]

"Well, I don't have a beard," Lucille pointed out.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin made a it of a face at that. "I had noticed that about females of your race."

[crimson_sister]

"For a woman of my race it would be considered unattractive," Lucille said.

Obviously this was no judgement on the ladies of the Dwarven race.

[dwarvenswagger]

And Thorin continued to make a face. Because Men were so weird. Almost as weird as Elves.

"So I have learned."

[crimson_sister]

Elves were pretty.

"Was it confusing?" Lucille actually wanted to know.