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

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[by137]

It wasn't as if A.J. was spending more time than usual on the fifth floor in a hopes to catch Annette sometime today, or anything, really...Or, really, he was. However, a glance into the common room as he headed up for another subtle check had him noticing what looked like might be potential food. And potential food was good no matter what.

"Hey, what're we baking?" he asked conversationally as he drifted in. The 'we,' of course, was rhetorical, as it would be better for everyone involved if A.J. stayed as far from the baking part as possible. He could mix okay, though.

[notreallyagirl]

Makoto grinned a bit. "Cookies, hopefully."

Hopefully being the key word there.

[by137]

"Ooooh, cookies!" A.J. said, bouncing over. "Cookies are good. Need help? Not that I can promise that I'll actually be helping, but I can try!"

[notreallyagirl]

That got a rueful grin of 'her' own. "I can use the help, sure. Cooking's not exactly my strong point, but improvement only comes if you actually try, right?"