The smell of cookies was wafting out into the hall and pulled Peter into the Common Room. He realised he didn't know the girl who was making the cookies, but he hoped she'd want hardy taste testers. He bowed to her and nodded to the other boys in the room.
Peter smiled back at the girl. "We've not, I'm sure. I'm Peter Pevensie. And with greetings like biscuits, I can honestly say it's lovely to meet you."
"Every time I've seen food come out, a crowd has formed around it." He looked around. "I doubt you'll have any left before the night's out." He snagged a cookie off the platter and tried it. "These are very good! What kind are they?"
Tempe looked at the cookie he was eating, trying to remember which kind it was. "Um, I think that one's peanut butter chocolate chip. But there are plenty of other kinds as well," she said, as she indicated the gingerbread, snickerdoodle, chocolate chip, and oatmeal raisin ones occupying that particular plate.
"Have you been baking all day then?" Peter asked, looking at the multitudes of cookies. "I'm not sure I've ever seen so many kinds of biscuits outside of a bakery."
"For the last couple of hours, at least," Tempe said, also eying the number of cookies she'd made. "They baked really quickly, actually. Much faster than I would've thought. Maybe it's something about the ovens."
"I have nothing but joy for Fandom on days like these," Peter said with a wink. "So, tell me, Lady. Are you part of our group of new students or have you been here the whole time?"
"Same here. Though I suppose it's been almost a month since we all arrived. Time seems to fly sometimes," Peter said, slightly pensively. Brightening up, he asked, "so, seen any Fandom oddities yet?"
"Nope! Not quite yet. Unless you count the coffee pond that everyone was talking about yesterday. But I didn't actually see that, so that probably doesn't count."
"Also, I got attacked by a bucket of glitter a couple of weeks ago. That was a pretty odd experience. Still got the glitter marks to prove it." She pointed to her hair, glitter still sparkling within it.
"You didn't get involved in any of the pranks at the cabins then," Peter replied with a grin. "I saw some of the coffee that was taken out of the pond. It looked pretty good."
He looked at the glitter in her hair. "Very pretty. You couldn't have been upset at the glitter attack, I hope?"
"Nah, I missed out on that. Seemed a bit juvenile though. Exploding cheesecakes, underwear up the flagpole, and the like," Tempe replied. "Not that I didn't laugh about it at the time."
"Yeah, I heard good things about that coffee. Something about chocolate fish."
Tempe blushed, and smiled shyly. "Thanks. It looks okay now, but back when it happened, I was covered head to toe in glitter. Everywhere I went, I ended up leaving a fine dusting of glitter."
"Ah! So you're a Stickbug. I'll keep that in mind," Tempe said grinning.
"Oh yes, very fun. I don't think the people I hung around with appreciated it too much," Tempe said, thinking of Sawyer's now permanently glittered sheets.
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She held out the plate with the cookies. "Cookie?"
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Then she giggled. "I think I may have found the key to making friends around here."
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She munched on a gingerbread cookie.
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"Also, I got attacked by a bucket of glitter a couple of weeks ago. That was a pretty odd experience. Still got the glitter marks to prove it." She pointed to her hair, glitter still sparkling within it.
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He looked at the glitter in her hair. "Very pretty. You couldn't have been upset at the glitter attack, I hope?"
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"Yeah, I heard good things about that coffee. Something about chocolate fish."
Tempe blushed, and smiled shyly. "Thanks. It looks okay now, but back when it happened, I was covered head to toe in glitter. Everywhere I went, I ended up leaving a fine dusting of glitter."
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"That must have been a fun few days. Though I suppose if you'd gotten lost in the woods, you wouldn't need breadcrumbs to find your way home."
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"Oh yes, very fun. I don't think the people I hung around with appreciated it too much," Tempe said, thinking of Sawyer's now permanently glittered sheets.
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