Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[notreallyagirl]

Finding that the weather was incompatible with ‘her’ reading plans, Makoto had somewhat sulkily-it had been so nice earlier!-made it as far as the fifth floor common room before dropping ‘her’ book, and thermos and blanket on one of the couches. What was ‘she’ supposed to do now?

Makoto eyed the kitchen. Well. That was always an option. Practice made perfect and all of that. But what to make?

…

Cookies it was! That’d be fairly simple, right?

[Open, yes of course!]