fandomhighdorms | 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.

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"The adventure one?" Libby guessed, because, even without her own particular biases, that was easily her favorite, too, even if Aquatic Arts did come in a not-too-far-behind second.

Also, Vi seemed to always be in a pretty good mood during adventure class, too, so she felt that was a pretty solid guess.

Yes, Vi was. For some reason or the other.

Vi nodded. "It's pretty great, isn't it?"

"It really is," Libby agreed, emphatically, almost with a sort of marveling shake of her head. After all, she'd grown up being told that make-believe should be only for children, and that her attentions should be on the more practical and realistic, now that she was practically an adult, but she didn't think she'd ever be able to truly grow out of making up stories.

So the fact that got to do so in a class, and it was encouraged....

"I really can't wait to see where it all goes!"

Hopefully not into a TPK...

"That's the thing, you don't have to just wait, you get to shape the story we're telling as well," Vi said. Because she did actually listen to Steph when she got on a roll about something instead of just making eyes at her. "Because we're telling it together."

At least they had a healer in the party!

An absentminded one who probably wouldn't have any idea what was going on, sure, but it was something!

"I think that's the most exciting part," said Libby, a bit wistfully. "We're all telling it together, but I'm sure we all have our own versions of the story in our head, and it'll be interesting to see how everyone works their way in there."

Possibly more useful than a bard who was as likely to nap in a sunbeam as anything else?

"Pretty sure in everyone's version they're the main character," Vi said. "Which is gonna get interesting when we've all got different goals."

"I'm sure some of them will align pretty well," Libby mused, "and honestly, I'm not sure my character even has a goal except to just see where the wind takes her."

"That's still a goal, just a low key one," Vi pointed out. "My character's on the lookout for stories of daring and adventure, and maybe she'll nudge things along if they're not as interesting as she'd like."

"Oh, I like that," Libby said, with a small laugh and a nod of appreciation, "a little something to grease the wheels so they don't come grinding to a halt!"

Vi grinned. "It's not like she sets out to cause trouble on purpose, she just doesn't like to be bored," she said. "And she bores very easily."

"I don't see how anyone could be bored with this group," Libby observed, "although, if push comes to shove, you can always just set her to search through all my pouches. That in itself would be an adventure."

Look, she was very proud of all her character's excessive pouches and pockets, and now she was definitely planning to go around and find some of the most random little things she could find to stuff them with.

Vi laughed. "I've never had anyone invite me to pick their pockets before."

Accuse, yes. Invite, no.

"Well, I'm going to have plenty of them," Libby assured her, proudly. Almost more for the laugh than for the pockets themselves. "So it'll definitely keep you busy."

Pockets had multiples uses, it seemed. "Your pockets are my pockets, that's how the saying goes, right?"

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

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