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fandomhighdorms2022-06-12 05:43 am
outofthequiver) wrote in 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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Tony seemed the sort to enjoy a bit of chaos, didn't he?
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"They certainly seemed pleased with themselves."
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Maybe not for those poor little robots.