fandomhigh | Cupcake War Crimes, Week 3 (Tuesday, Period 1)

Upon entering the classroom today, students would find the usual baking setup (including, up front, the two alien boys in charge of the workshop) and two large covered trays of cupcakes, but in the center of the front counter was a large strainer bowl full of vegetables. Carrots, celery, red and green peppers, a particularly leafy bunch of green kale, cucumbers, radishes . . .

"Okay," Anders said, clapping his hands together once in a boisterous way better suited to a gym than a classroom. "Today we're gonna discuss vegetables. Good for you, right? Right. Not always that appealing, right? Right. People've been trying to find creative ways to get kids to eat their veggies for gods know how long." People not him. He liked them. Occasionally wrapped in bacon, but shh.

“I like vegetables,” Stark pointed out. Possibly just because he enjoyed foods that weren’t food cubes or unidentifiable substances because they were a nice change from what he’d had for most of his life before coming here. “But not like this.” He reached over and revealed the cupcakes on the first tray. First there were chocolate sauerkraut cupcakes. “No sauerkraut.” He turned to Anders. “Didn’t we already have sauerkraut cupcakes?”

Anders blinked at him, scratched behind one ear, and shrugged. “It was worth emphasizing again? No beet cupcakes, either, even if the cream cheese frosting looks really good. Then there’s these, with sweet potato in them.” He shrugged and glanced at the class. “I don’t know. What do you guys think? Is it right to trick people into eating vegetables in cupcakes, just because they’re good for you? Or is that just mean? Is it okay if they know up front what they’re getting into?”

Hey, he was trying to be diplomatic about it. He still thought it was horrible.

“Better if they know what is in the cupcakes,” Stark said. “No need to trick anyone.” That was just mean. “But still. Don’t need to be healthy. Cupcakes aren’t supposed to be healthy. They are desserts. Just treats.”

“These are treats,” Anders added, uncovering the second tray to reveal a nice array of carrot-raisin cupcakes, and some chocolate cupcakes frosted with veggie shapes. “Carrots are okay in cupcakes, if you ask me. So how about you guys discuss the question for a bit, and then get to baking?

“You don’t really taste the carrots,” Stark said. “At all.”

“So it’s okay,” Anders added lamely. “Anyway. Let’s get cracking, okay?”

“You forgot last week’s cupcakes,” Stark said quickly. “We can’t forget them.” Even if some efforts had been slightly questionable. They’re looking at you, Sam, with your meaty cupcakes.

And yet. “Yeah, we picked a winner from last week’s work,” Anders said quickly. It had been a whole process involving blind taste-testing and . . . probably a mixup in their notes somewhere. Gods knew he sure looked confused. “Sam Puckett, congrats.”

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Jake snorted and he rubbed his thumb over hers before letting go of her hand. "I'm not trying."

"So smile," she told him, turning back to her ingredients and trying to bump her hip against him. "Or tell me what I can do to help you smile."

He briefly reached up to rub the back of her neck. "I don't think I'm allowed to say those things in class."

She smirked at his idea of help, paying little attention to what she was working on with her icing. "Don't tell me you're afraid of making Bobby blush."

"I'm afraid of the teachers overhearing and deciding I should spend my Saturday morning cleaning the stables instead of in my bed," he replied, leaning forward to see what she was doing.

"Ew, that doesn't sound like fun at all," she said, crinkling her nose as she combined the cream cheese and sugar. It was strangely simple to do now that she was super powered. No mixer required.

Would she notice if he just watched? Probably? Fine. He'd get his hands dirty. Sure sure.

"Exactly," he agreed.

Like she was touching the cupcake part. She would make the icing and he could stand there and watch as long as he liked.

"So what do wolves do for fun in the rain? I mean, you're from the land of rain, right? You should know how to deal with our current weird meteorological situation."

Jake blinked, wondering if she really just brought up the weather. Or that, because the obvious response was that they hunted vampires. "Get wet. I never said La Push is thrilling."

Caroline frowned, having hoped her 'what do you do for fun' code would go understood as 'so we both have roommates now, how shall we hang out,' but no one ever said Jake spoke girl. "Oh."

Yeah, that particular girl speak went right over his head there and now he wondered if he said the wrong thing... No, he didn't think she was defensive of La Push's entertainment qualities. "What?"

"Nothing," she shrugged, focusing on her baking task.

Oh god, there was some unwritten rule that when a girl said nothing, it was most definitely not nothing.

It was his turn to nudge her lightly. "What?"

"You should bake something," she suggested, hip checking him gently as she reached for something on the other side of where he stood.

"That's not what," he argued, watching her patiently.

"It's not the time for what, Jake," Caroline reminded him. "This is a time for cupcakes and frosting."

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