Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning [06/12].

[outofthequiver]

Libby's grandmother had been sending her a small weekly allowance, knowing that a little spending money could make living away from home a little easier, and she was mostly saving up that money for an emergency (or, if she was honest with herself, to maybe buy a new dress for the next school dance) or using it to buy stuff to make breakfasts and other meals in the common room. That morning, though, seeing as the nice little windfall was growing, she was a little tempted to head into town, into the pastry shop, and maybe treat herself to something that she might otherwise never splurge on.

But even as soon as she thought about it, she felt guilty about it. It was kind of selfish, wasn't it? Especially on a Sunday. Not to mention just sort of careless, not a very useful use of her funds at all.

There was, thankfully, a good solution to handling her sudden sweet tooth and her worry about being waste and self-serving, and that was obviously to just head to the store to pick up what she needed and make something, which would not only be more cost effective, but that she could share with everyone else, too.

And she had no doubt that the smell of cinnamon rolls baking in the common room would get at least a few people's attention.

She just hoped she didn't end up burning them, and had to remind herself to let them cool first before adding the icing.

[[ will work eat me? Probably! Will I let that stop me? Heck no! Open common room is open! ]]

Comments

[giveittoyoursister]

Vi's attention was well and truly gotten. "Hey, Libs. Making something?"

[outofthequiver]

"Cinnamon rolls," Libby confirmed with a nod, and, since her hands were busy with the rolling part of the next batch at that particular moment, there was another nod, this time toward the first batch already sitting on the counter. If there was one thing that this place had plenty of, it was hungry stomachs, so she knew just one match wouldn't go very far at all. "Those ones should be cool enough by now, if you wanted to help yourself."

[giveittoyoursister]

"Thanks," Vi said, taking one and tearing chunks off with her fingers. "It's good. You want a hand with the rest?"

After she'd finished eating this one. She did actually have something resembling table manners.

[outofthequiver]

Libby shook her head a little, managing to get the dough nicely rolled and just hoped it stayed that way while she cut it up into individual rolls. "Not much left to help with," she admitted, "except maybe the dishes, but those can wait."

And, besides, Libby still liked doing the dishes, and doing them by herself, a holdover from back home when it was one of the few chores she could do that she could take on by herself and have a little peace and quiet from the household.

"Once this batch is out of the oven, though, you can have icing duty."

She was pretty good at delegating tasks, after all, and she knew some people just liked to have something to do and to contribute.

[giveittoyoursister]

"That I can do," Vi said, licking a stray bit of said substance off her thumb. She was a lot better at baking than when she'd first washed up here, but that wasn't necessarily saying much. "There's a lot of it in cupcake class."

[outofthequiver]

"I would think so!" Libby remarked with a small laugh. "A whole class about cupcakes and the cupcakes without icing just sounds kind of said. They should have called it a muffin class, in that case. A whole class on cupcakes does sound kind of fun, though. Maybe I should have taken that one..."

[furrybluefreak]

Consider his attention fully grabbed there Libby. It didn't take long after the smells had reached his nose for Kurt to port down to the common room.

"Oh Libby! Should have know it would be you" Kurt said with as he looked at her with a broad grin. "That smells amazing!"

[outofthequiver]

"I finally managed to beat someone to the punch!" Libby reported proudly, meeting Kurt's grin with one of her own. "Or I guess the oven in this case. There's a few people it could have been!"

It still kind of made her marvel, a little, how many of her peers actually did seem to enjoy cooking, especially since a good deal of them were boys. And she did like making sort of a game of it, being the first one to get to the kitchen and get to work.

"But the ones on the counter are ready to go if you want to help yourself," she told him, with a nod toward the ones waiting all finished and iced, "and the next batch shouldn't be too much longer."

[furrybluefreak]

Kurt nodded enthusiastically and walked over, grabbed a plate off the counter with his tail and plopped one if the perfectly warm cinnamon rolls on it.

"I can give you a hand with the dishes if you want" he said before taking a bite. " Oh this is amazing!" he said, giving her a quick thumbs up.

[outofthequiver]

"Thank you," Libby's smile now had a touch of pride to it; it seemed as though it wanted be a little more sheepish and humble about it, but they really did turn out pretty well. "I was worried they might have gotten a little burnt...and you don't need to help with the dishes, but I wouldn't say no to someone taking up drying duty."

As long as she got to do the actual washing of the dishes herself. She'd probably fork it over if anyone insisted, but washing dishes always had been her favorite chore back home.

[furrybluefreak]

"I can help with that!" Kurt said with a nod. "Doing dishes was always a family thing back home. When I was younger I wanted to help put things away but was too little to reach any of the cabinets so I was usually on washing duty with Mutti and Vati would put them away."

It might have also had something to do with the phase where he was just realizing he could teleport but had no idea how he was doing it or how to control it and ended up breaking more dishes that managed to get to the cabinets as he tried to port around the kitchen at eight years old.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

The smell of cinnamon rolls was too tempting to resist so Belle followed her nose to the source.

"It smells wonderful in here, Libby!"

[outofthequiver]

"Hopefully," Libby laughed a little, her grin easily finding sheepish territory now with the compliments her little sweets endevour had produced, "the taste can live up to the smell! But thank you, Belle! They're cinnamon rolls, you can go ahead and help yourself, I'm making plenty."

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"I'm sure they taste wonderful as well," Belle assured her. If they smelled this good they almost had to taste good as well.

"Thank you for sharing," she added as she reached for a roll. "That's very kind of you."

[outofthequiver]

"Seems a bit selfish not to," Libby pointed out. "Besides," the addition came with a laugh, "even on my hungriest days, there's no way I could eat all this myself, anyway! Someone would have to just roll me right out of here of I tried!"

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"I might be tempted to try," Belle admitted. "Though I don't think I would be successful!"

[giveittoyoursister]

"Hey." Vi waved with a hand full of cinnamon roll.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Good morning," Belle responded cheerfully after a bite of her own cinnamon roll.

It was, in fact, as good as it smelled.

[giveittoyoursister]

"These are pretty good, aren't they?" Vi was definitely and deliberately loud enough for Libby to overhear.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"They are," Belle agreed enthusiastically. "Libby did an excellent job."

[napking]

Gray sat up on one of the couches with a yawn and a stretch, then rubbed at one eye. "Oh, hey," he said. "Something smells good."

Had he been sleeping there this whole time? Probably.

[outofthequiver]

"Oh! Gray!" Libby had expected to see him coming through the door when she heard him, so imagine her surprise when she only found him when she looked toward the couch instead. "I didn't even see you there!

"But you picked a good time to wake up," she added cheerfully. "I've whipped up some cinnamon rolls."

[napking]

"That happens a lot," Gray admitted. Sometimes people sat on him. It was a whole thing. "Sorry. I was asleep." Which, of course, also happened a lot.

Then he perked up slightly. "Cinnamon rolls?"

[outofthequiver]

"You don't have to apologize for that," Libby told him gently, because it wasn't like he could help it. "And, yes, cinnamon rolls. Would you like one?"

Or several, she imagined, because she was still under the impression that all teenage boys were bottomless pits, and literally none of the ones at this school had disproven that theory yet!

[napking]

Well, they weren't waffles, which were clearly the superior food group (shhhh they were so a food group), but since they were what was on offer and he didn't know if puppy eyes would work as well on Libby as Raiden, he guessed he could compromise. "Sure!" he said, bouncing up from the couch.

"So what have you been up to?"