4th Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

[mauledbyabear]

Surprise surprise, Emmett was bored. He had been watching a lot of Food Network lately (a LOT of it) and decided that, hey, as long he was living among humans, the least he could do was use them as guinea pigs for testing out his culinary skills

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[momslilassassin]

Ben had "potential free food" radar. "Hello," he said, poking his head into the common room. "Smells good in here."

[mauledbyabear]

"It does?" Emmett asked, his grin getting wider. Yes! He was totally an awesome cook! "Seriously? Awesome!"

"...I, uh, never really done this baking thing before."

[momslilassassin]

"Me either," Ben said cheerfully. "We have machines that do that for us at home."

[mauledbyabear]

Emmett didn't want to say why he never baked before because the answer was either gonna be "I drink blood" or "Back in my day womenfolk did the cooking".

Yeah.

"Machines, huh?" he asked. "Did they bake brownies that look as awesome as these?"

[imac_kenzie]

Mac wandered in, mug in hand, and made her way directly to the coffee. Caffeine, pretty.

Not that she didn't peer at what Emmett might be doing as she did that.

"What are you making?" she asked after a moment.

[mauledbyabear]

"Brownies!" he said excitedly. He was allowed to be excited, they apparently hadn't turned out too bad. "With peanut butter. Want some?"

[imac_kenzie]

Wow, that was some brownie excitement.

"Uh, sure," Mac replied after a moment. "Sounds good." She filled her mug, before turning back to him. "... They don't have any weird extra ingredients in, right?" Best to check when there was that level of enthusiasm.

[mauledbyabear]

"What, like pot?" he asked. Emmett shook his head. "No, just regular brownies. Um...sorry?"

[not_a_mused]

It was Monday night, and so that meant Cal was en route to find a TV, pausing a moment at the door of the common room on his floor when he realized that someone was already in there, watching something, and doing something, too.

At least the doing something appeared to be food.

And it was a repeat tonight.

Cal considered this carefully a moment before shrugging, deciding why not, and wandering in. "What'cha making?"

[mauledbyabear]

"Brownies. Peanut butter ones," Emmett said. "Want some?"

He sure as hell wasn't gonna eat any.

[not_a_mused]

"Depends," Cal said. "Are they edible?"

It was a very important question to ask in these sorts of matters.

[mauledbyabear]

"I...think so?" Emmett said slowly. "I mean, I haven't tried them but other people have."

[iruinenglish]

Technically Buffy was still on vacation till class on Thursday, which meant she didn't have to patrol tonight if she didn't wanna. Ha. So she was in search of things to do and- hey that smelled like brownies.

"Aww, for me? You shouldn't have," she said, all while thinking yes, people should make brownies for her now and then.

[mauledbyabear]

"Yes, just for you," Emmett said, grinning. "I couldn't stop other people from eating some though, sorry."

[iruinenglish]

"Who are they? Now I need to get something from them in return," she said. "Either that or I get to whack them with a pillow once, which might be more fun."

[mauledbyabear]

Emmett shook his head. "Nuh-uh. I'm not giving up names. They might come back and kick my ass."

[sorella_vecchia]

"Hi, Emmet," Triela called as she strode into the room. "What are you working on?"

[mauledbyabear]

"Brownies!" Emmett said. "Want some?"

[sorella_vecchia]

"They smell really sweet," she points out. "I don't really like much sugar."

She flashed a grin. "But thanks. It's nice to offer."

[mauledbyabear]

"Yeah, I don't eat sugar either," he admitted. "I was just looking for something to do."