Fifth Floor Common Room [Evening]

[rilla_myrilla]

Rilla had discovered slice and bake cookies today.

Which was why she was now muttering to herself, wondering why she couldn't get the little hearts in the middle of the sugar cookies to not look incredibly deformed.

Rilla's life was very difficult.

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[ancientbschamp]

Gabrielle had a nose for trouble. Or food. Or both.

Okay, it was both, with a healthy dose of 'wanting to help people' on the side.

Which was why, when she wandered upstairs several floors in her distracted quest to clear her thoughts (there was a passage of the scroll she was working on that just wouldn't cooperate) she poked her head into the common room and spotted Rilla.

"Is something wrong?"

In her experience, there was an extremely broad range of answers to that question, but she doubted it was anything like a giant coming to stomp the dorms if someone didn't pay him protection money.

[rilla_myrilla]

Rilla sighed heavily. "I can't get the hearts to look like hearts," she complained. "Well, the symbolic hearts, anyway, not what a real heart looks like."

She tilted her head appraisingly. "Though these are getting closer to looking like actual hearts." She peeked into her father's medical books every now and then. "It isn't pretty."

[ancientbschamp]

"It's a little disappointing, isn't it?" Gabrielle commiserated, then yelped as a shower of rose petals materialized out of thin air overhead. "Where is it going wrong? Do they get mooshy when you slice the dough?"

If only there were such a thing as refrigeration, she could change the culinary world back home by introducing cookies like this. Pity about that lack of electricity; they hadn't figured out what to do with lightning besides tie kites to giants' belts and let them run through a storm.

[rilla_myrilla]

"They get very mooshy," Rilla said, holding up the cookie sheet so Gabrielle could see the woebegone things on them.

...covered in rose petals.

[inneedofcoffee]

"What are you doing?" Someone never had to bake anything in their lives. Unlives. Whatever.

[rilla_myrilla]

"Making a pretty failure of making cookies," Rilla sighed with a pout.

[inneedofcoffee]

Maladicta peered over at them before shrugging. "They don't smell inedible. So you're already doing better than the ones from the reserve's attempt at baking."

[rilla_myrilla]

"Did Karla make those?" Rilla asked.

Because Rilla was petty.

[chic_harper]

Harper looked rather out of breath when she came running in. "Are we watching Rumor Gal in here tonight? I checked all the other floors and no one else has it on," she asked between gasps.

[rilla_myrilla]

"What's Rumor Gal?" Rilla asked.

Oh, poor, poor deprived Rilla.

[chic_harper]

"You've never seen Rumor Gal?" asked Harper, looking very shocked. "It's just the best television show ever! Everyone watches it."

She was willing to overlook that she was only introduced to it just a few months ago, and there weren't a lot of die-hard fans this season.

[rilla_myrilla]

"I want to be part of everyone!" Rilla exclaimed. "Tell me about the show!"

[dontvotemeout]

Talking to Nico about ice cream yesterday had reminded Jason that he'd left some ice cream in the freezer a while ago, and he wasn't sure if a) it was still there, and b) it was still any good. Investigation was definitely necessary, but when he got to the common room, he found himself watching Rilla instead. "Uh, are you okay?" he asked.

[rilla_myrilla]

"I am an abject cooking failure," Rilla declared.

Rilla had a finely honed sense of perspective.

[dontvotemeout]

Jason gave Rilla a sympathetic look, and did his best not to snicker. "What are you trying to cook? Maybe it's not that bad."

[rilla_myrilla]

"Cookies with hearts in them," Rilla said. "But they are kind of...sad and lumpy instead."