5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night
Claire was in one of her once-a-semester random domestic moods, and tonight that meant cookies.
Okay, so they were from the refrigerated dough -- half chocolate chip, half the red heart-shaped ones that she'd bought the day after Valentine's Day -- and she was eating half the dough without baking it. She was making a lot of cookies, she was totally allowed to.
The TV was tuned to some miraculous MTV offshoot that was actually showing videos Claire didn't hate, and if people didn't come in to eat the cookies, she'd ... probably eat them herself and get really, really fat.
[OOC: Open CR, yep! Om nom nom cookies.]
Okay, so they were from the refrigerated dough -- half chocolate chip, half the red heart-shaped ones that she'd bought the day after Valentine's Day -- and she was eating half the dough without baking it. She was making a lot of cookies, she was totally allowed to.
The TV was tuned to some miraculous MTV offshoot that was actually showing videos Claire didn't hate, and if people didn't come in to eat the cookies, she'd ... probably eat them herself and get really, really fat.
[OOC: Open CR, yep! Om nom nom cookies.]