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[filmstarbeauty]

Spotted: One former queen B looking not so regal as she learns just how the boy felt around that wolf.There are few things in life that are universal no matter what zip-code a girl hails from. The need to seek comfort in calories and clothes they wouldn't otherwise be caught dead in, was one of them. It was an old habit and in terms of Blair

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[spurred_madman]

Rarely did Jeremy traverse inside the compound, though at times 'twas necessary. Though the island provided him with many fruits and nuts with which to make do, e'ery once in a great while Jeremy craved the comforts o' a home or an inn. The kitchen was full o' strange machines. While Jeremy dinnae ken most o' them, he ken the purpose o' some. The ice box kept beverages cool and that was what he wished for most at the moment. It had been most hot this morning; he was parched.

Hat tucked beneath his arm, Jeremy strolled into the kitchen. There was a lass at the counter, one so familiar that he simply stopped and stared. The dark eyes. The dark hair. The red lips.

It was nae Bess, though mayhap in another life she could have been. Yet he knew the face all the same; he had worn it for several days.

[filmstarbeauty]

It's not exactly the hardest treat in the world to make. Blair Waldorf may be many things, but she was no Martha Stewart, thank god, though on certain days she channelled her. It was nice to just to doing something, even if she wasn't going to be reaping the benefits of it.

"They're almost done," she said, not looking up but setting the spatula down have smoothed them out more than enought. "They just need to cool."

[spurred_madman]

His gaze slipped to the bowl upon the counter. No steam appeared, but that dinnae mean whate'er she was mixing was nae hot.

"I must confess I do nae know what 'tis ye are making," he said, careful still to keep his distance. She did nae yet know him in this form.

[filmstarbeauty]

The idea that someone could not know what a rice krispie treat was baffled her, and she looked up. At Heath Ledger. Of course because if anyone was going to see her looking like a complete cow with baked goods in front of her, it would be a Heath Ledger.

This place was evil. "Oh, they're rice krispie treats. They're a type of well, kind of like a cookie only not. They're nearly sinful they're so good."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane had never seen such things before and could not contain her confusion and curiosity as she stood upon the other side of the table, palms splayed on the surface. "What's always the same?" she asked, her gaze critically on the things in the bowl. She couldn't imagine it could taste very good, really, though she knew that whatever Miss Waldorf created could not be horrible.

[filmstarbeauty]

There was something about the arrival of Jane Bennet that was oddly soothing. Okay, it wasn't exactly calmly like a massage at some spa done by some Swedish guy named Hans with hands like God, but it was close. At least in the same ballpark.

Still a bit tense in her shoulders, she calmed down as she smoothed out the cereal mixture. "People," she said. "It's nothing."

[bennet_beauty]

"If it is troubling you, I daresay it is not merely nothing," Jane said very pragmatically, drawing a chair to the table so she might sit down and study Blair as her fingers plucked some of the strange food and worked at picking it apart.

[filmstarbeauty]

There weren't a whole lot of people you could just tell things to, especially not in the world that Blair came from. Back home you kept your friends close and your enemies closer and told none of them your secrets.

Blair sighed and tightened her grip on the edge of the counter. "There's someone here from home. This girl and she's well, she's kind of a manipulative witch."

[bitchofthejulii]

The girl certainly had a temper about her, Atia thought as she watched from the doorway, finally gliding into the room to fetch herself some juice. "Revenge is best cold," she mentioned casually, knowing that look too well, "a good thing to remember."

[filmstarbeauty]

Part of her wondered if she was easily readable, if in her sloppy and ordinary attire and suddenly routine kitchiness she'd lost her edge. Not likely. One look at that woman said that this was a pro.

"It's also best if they choke on it."

[bitchofthejulii]

"It shouldn't be traceable. Except to the person you are exacting your revenge on. They should know as their life crumbles about them who it is that has done such," she poured her juice, talking of such things as if they were commonplace.

[filmstarbeauty]

What this woman was saying sounded really appealing, which was probably really dangerous. Blair couldn't go around poisoning Georgie, that just didn't seem to be...clean, but having her life be ruined now that had its value.

"Exactly," she nodded slightly. "Subtle to everyone else, except for the sweet taste of victory when its done."

[im_chuckbass]

When Chuck entered the kitchen and saw Blair standing there, prodding at a bowl of... something, looking like she'd just rolled out of bed, his immediate reaction was to wonder if there was someone else walking around in her body again. It seemed an easier explanation than anything else, really. But the pissed-off expression on her face was 100% Waldorf - nobody could fake that so convincingly.

He leaned against the counter next to her. "This place is playing tricks with my mind - I can't actually be seeing Blair Waldorf, in pajamas, cooking, can I?"

[filmstarbeauty]

It was one thing to be caught slumming it by a stranger. That sort of thing could be passed off, dismissed tomorrow as a fit of madness when she cleaned herself up and pulled herself together. This was just annoying and she pointed the spatula at him in a threatening manner.

"Don't you have a Georgina Sparks to sleep with?" she asked, glaring at him. God, any more of this and she was going to eat this entire pan.

[im_chuckbass]

The disgusted expression following that remark was too reflexive to be anything but genuine. "Ugh, please, I didn't come in here to have my appetite ruined." Especially considering that whatever that was in the pan did actually smell pretty good. He raised both hands in surrender briefly before gently deflecting the spatula away from his vitals. "I'm less happy to see her than you are, princess. Don't forget, I founded the 'Georgina Sparks is a psycho' newsletter."

[filmstarbeauty]

"At least someone is still getting the memo." She raised the spatula, lowering it back down to pan. It was now essentially useless to keep doing what she was doing, but it was just nice to be doing something that wasn't throttling the psycho racoon.

"Okay, fine. You can stay. Pretty much everyone but the psycho bitch can."

[turnthebadinme]

"B, what are you doing?" Serena almost hesitated to believe this really was Blair Waldorf, standing in a public area in a sweatshirt. She was baking, or maybe trying, and, all in all, the kind of display to seriously alarm Serena. When B got like this, if B got like this, someone was bound to die or at least be grievously injured, if only emotionally.

[filmstarbeauty]

When S walked into the kitchen Blair stopped, but only for a minute. Then it was right back to the almost violent patting of the cereal treat in the pan, a frown creasing her forehead.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked, looking up for a moment. "I'm making rice krispie treats."

[turnthebadinme]

"In your pajamas," Serena said, glancing from the bowl to Blair. Her voice had softened, uncertainty creeping into her features. This was dangerous territory. Talking honestly with Blair often was. "I didn't even know you knew how to make these. What's the occasion?"

[filmstarbeauty]

"Of course I do." It was one those things that Dorota had taught her how to make, along with chocolate chip cookies and other sweet treats. The sorts of things mothers made for their daugthers, except Eleanor hadn't been the type and when Blair had gone for binging you couldn't exactly go for carrots.

"No reason. Comfort food I guess."