Second Floor Common Room - Tuesday Evening

[goodgirlmeg]

Meg had to admit that she had been a little anti-social since the new kids showed up. She decided to make up for it by baking something. She ended up making three batches of peanut butter brownies, two more than she intended on making. Somehow she always got carried away

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[fantastic_torch]

Johnny sauntered in wearing gym shorts and... that's it. "Yo, Meg, what's up?" he asked as he headed towards the fridge to grab a bottled water.

[goodgirlmeg]

Meg looked up at Johnny. A few seconds earlier she had practically shoved a whole brownie in her mouth. "Mmmfffph."

[fantastic_torch]

He plopped down on the couch near her, glancing at her plate. "Must be pretty good," he grinned.

[goodgirlmeg]

She held up her finger for a second while she finished chewing. After a second or two, she nodded. "Yep. Peanut butter brownies. Made them myself."

[saltandammo]

Dean grinned as he wandered in. "I see my girlfriend is baking sixth sense is still working."

[goodgirlmeg]

Meg smiled. "I'm surprised you didn't come down here while I was cooking them. I had to lick the bowls myself."

[saltandammo]

"Aw," Dean pouted. "I'm sorry I missed it."

[goodgirlmeg]

"It's okay, you can have as many of these as you want," she said, gesturing at the plate of brownies on the table. "They're just as good fully cooked."

[notqueenyet]

Aravis was wandering, somewhat bored without any workshops today. The smell of something chocolate beckoned her when she reached the second floor, and she poked her head into the common room. "Hello?"

[goodgirlmeg]

"Hi!" Meg turned her around to see who had come in. After baking here for about a year, Meg could recognize the look of a student wanting baked goods from a mile away. "I baked brownies. You can have some if you want."

[notqueenyet]

"Ooh." Aravis paused, thinking of the only other time she'd had brownies. "Just...normal brownies? Without any um, hallucination-inducing substances?"

[goodgirlmeg]

"...There's peanut butter in them," Meg said. "That's about the only special thing in there."

[lilpunkinbelly]

It was possible Dawn had peanut butter sense. Or brownie sense. Or after all this time around multiple Xanders, she had developed a sixth food sense.

"You so win for doing whatever you did that makes the dorm smell like brownies."

[goodgirlmeg]

"The dorm smells like brownies because I made brownies," Meg said, pointing at the plate on the table. "Way too many brownies. I started out making one tray and ended up with three."

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Okay, now you just win at life even more," Dawn snagged a brownie. "You need, like, a special hat or something."

[goodgirlmeg]

"Oh I'm far too modest to wear my awesome so blatantly," Meg joked. She grabbed another brownie. This one might be her six or seventh of the day.