Second floor common room: Tuesday afternoon
Jack had made a handwavy trip into town for supplies this morning, which he'd laid out on the kitchen counter. Everything one might need to make Devil's Food Cake. And everything one might need to make another, in case the first one went horribly wrong.
Sam was going to successfully cook something today if it killed him.
Why cake? It seemed appropriate given it was Sam's birthday, and there were two small packages sitting on the counter next to one of the bowls, wrapped in shiny silver paper.
Now all he needed was a Sam.
[ooc: open of course, just with very minor OCD. First thread locked to Sam, thanks. Now with cake!! Come and celebrate Sam's birthday and the survival of the common room!]
Sam was going to successfully cook something today if it killed him.
Why cake? It seemed appropriate given it was Sam's birthday, and there were two small packages sitting on the counter next to one of the bowls, wrapped in shiny silver paper.
Now all he needed was a Sam.
[ooc: open of course, just with very minor OCD. First thread locked to Sam, thanks. Now with cake!! Come and celebrate Sam's birthday and the survival of the common room!]