Liberty "Libby" Hazlett (
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fandomhighdorms2022-06-12 05:43 am
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Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning [06/12].
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! ]]
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! ]]

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After she'd finished eating this one. She did actually have something resembling table manners.
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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.
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"Oh Libby! Should have know it would be you" Kurt said with as he looked at her with a broad grin. "That smells amazing!"
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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."
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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"It smells wonderful in here, Libby!"
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"Thank you for sharing," she added as she reached for a roll. "That's very kind of you."
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It was, in fact, as good as it smelled.
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Had he been sleeping there this whole time? Probably.
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"But you picked a good time to wake up," she added cheerfully. "I've whipped up some cinnamon rolls."
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Then he perked up slightly. "Cinnamon rolls?"
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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!
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"So what have you been up to?"
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