Savannah's letter from the past, and his conversation with her earlier today, had convinced Anders that there was something he had to do tonight that he hadn't done in a long, long time. And he was really past due for doing it.
So yes, that's right, he was in the common room with mixing bowls, baking tins, and a whole lot of boxes of cake batter
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At least anything she did try to bake was guaranteed to come out better than the cakes her mother had brought over to Africa. And she was pretty decent with a loaf of bread or a chicken when she needed to be. Cupcakes might be a little beyond her, though, so Adah ultimately decided she'd chance the ones already made. She limped forward, toward the counter, searching first for a spot empty enough to set her notebook safely there, to free up her good hand so that she could reach for one of them, giving the assumed chef and baker a slight nod, although it was more in recognition of his work than of gratitude for it.
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"Have as many as you want," he encouraged.
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She chewed thoughtfully, slowly, but the faint smile that emerged as she masticated the offering into easily digestible bits and the fact that she went to pick off another chunk before completely swallowing were good indications of approval.
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Clearly, as she put the next bit into her mouth, letting her hand linger there to help hide the subsequent, following smirk.
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And he would have appreciated the not talking with her mouth full, really, but that would have presumed talking in the first place.
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He had faith in the puppydog face.
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She met his puppydog face with a tilt over her head and a hardened expression wondering if he was honestly trying to pull the wool over her eyes with a move like that.
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"Just . . . tell me they don't suck?"
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Although, for the pure sake of perhaps a bit of sympathy at the distant strain of dejection ringing somewhere in her ears, she offered, at the very least, before moving towards picking off another piece, a small thumbs up in support that they didn't suck in the slightest. That was all he was getting, though, especially if he was too stupid to realize that they didn't suck in the fact that she was continuing to eat them. She supposed he couldn't help that, though, the stupid part. He was male, after all.
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"Well," he said, a tiny smile twitching at the corners of his mouth when he finally processed the thumbs up, "long as you don't throw them at my head or something, I guess it's all good."
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