4th Floor Common Room, Saturday afternoon
Weird things were going on. Rapunzel was still very sensitive to that sort of thing around the island, and it still made her anxious and worried.
But this one felt different. Whatever was going on this time, it had other people worried. And though she rarely said so, having everyone around her take the weirdness in stride was oddly reassuring.
So she was stress baking. Well, stress cooking in general.
She'd already made bread, cookies, muffins, and then more cookies. Now she was working on a quiche. Trying to take her mind of off things, and (in the back of her head) hoping that the smell of food would draw someone in to talk to her.
She didn't want to feel alone right now.
But this one felt different. Whatever was going on this time, it had other people worried. And though she rarely said so, having everyone around her take the weirdness in stride was oddly reassuring.
So she was stress baking. Well, stress cooking in general.
She'd already made bread, cookies, muffins, and then more cookies. Now she was working on a quiche. Trying to take her mind of off things, and (in the back of her head) hoping that the smell of food would draw someone in to talk to her.
She didn't want to feel alone right now.