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Baking Workshop 5/22, FH Home Ec Classroom, Monday Morning

Piper smiles at the students as they show up at the home ec classroom after ~~handwave~~ hearing some sort of announcement letting them know to meet here.

"I'm Piper in case some of you might not know," she says somewhat cheerfully, handing each student a syllabus.

She points out the plate of brownies on the counter in front of her. "I made these for you because that is what we will be baking today. Try one if you'd like. I'm told I make the best brownies ever." She smiles proudly. "We will not be making the kind I brought in, though. They have a secret ingredient and, if I told you what it is, I'd have to vanquish you and no one wants that."

Piper grins to let them know she isn't serious about the vanquishing. She hands each student a list of ingredients and instructions. "I'm not going to lecture you because this workshop is supposed to be fun. So we're gonna get started right away. These instructions are, hopefully, easy to follow. If any of you have questions, please don't hesitate to ask."

Equipment Needed

bowl

8x8 baking pan

spatula

mixing spoon

measuring cups

measuring spoons

Ingredients

6 Tablespoons Cocoa

1/4 cup butter

1 cup sugar

1/2 Teaspoon vanilla

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/3 cup flour

1 cup toasted pecans (optional)

2 eggs

Instructions

Melt 1/4 cups of butter in a microwaveable dish.

Measure 6 tablespoons of Cocoa powder into the mixing bowl.

Add melted butter and mix.

Add to Batter (1 cup sugar, 2 eggs, 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract, 1/3 cup flour, 1/4 teaspoon salt).

Mix batter.

Pre-heat oven to 325 degrees.

Flour the Pan (cover pan with butter, then add some flour to keep brownies from sticking)

Pour the brownie batter into the dish.

Put the brownies into the oven for 35-40 minutes.

Let them cool until slightly warm.

[ooc: Brownie ingredients and instructions are from here.]

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Ainsley gathered the equipment and ingredients.

She'd seen her Nana do this a million times.

She could do this.

Really.

Willow gave a wave. "Hi. I'm Willow."

"Hey" Ainsley waved back, shyly. Context. Maybe all I needed to find was context.

"I'm Ainsley."

"Nice to meet you. I'm - um. Still Willow. You'd think I'd get better at introductions after all the people I've met this week," she said.

Ainsley pushed the hair out of her face.

"I know what you mean. There's just so many people!"

Ainsley gestured with the measuring spoons, forgetting that one of them was full of cocoa. Oops.

Willow ducked. "I suppose it's overwhelming being a new student because that means you need to meet everybody. The old students just have to meet us. Assuming you're an us. I'm new. Which there's no shame in."

"Totally no shame!" Ainsley was warming to the subject. And wiping up cocoa. And knocking over an egg. Or two. Thankfully, both hers and not Willow's.

"I haven't met many of the old students yet." She looked distinctly nervous. Of course, that could just be the slimy egg yolk in the paper towel in her hand. "Are they nice? They don't have problems with really smart girls ~~like they did in my old school~~, do they?"

"Super nice," Willow assured her. "I've even met somebody who loves libraries as much as I do!"

"Cool," Ainsley said. "How's the political science section?"

"Missed it for the magic, history, and genie section," Willow said.

Sam waved from over where she was lightly dusted with flour. "Hey, I'm Sam Carter. Or Girl!Sam, if you've been listening to the radio at all."

Okay, the flour on her nose? Cute enough to make Ainsley giggle. And somehow feel a little less morose than she had this morning.

"Hi," Ainsley said, wiping her hands on her jeans and leaving white streaks all over them. She waved back. "I'm Ainsley Hayes. It's nice to meet you."

Since working by herself in the corner wasn't a.) very much fun or b.) very polite to Sam, she piled her stuff on a baking sheet and moved closer.

"I'm new."

Well, duh Ainsley! That's some brilliant and scintillating commentary, I'm sure!

Sam had no idea about the flour on her nose, on her cheek, or in her hair. It was probably better that way. "That's what I was hoping, actually. Where are you from?" She poured some vanilla into the mixing bowl.

"Raleigh, North Carolina. Well, not actually Raleigh, per se. I'm from Milford, about fourteen miles north of the city. See, Mom and Daddy used to live in Raleigh, it's where they met. But they decided that they wanted a backyard for their kids. You know, once they had kids. But they really only had one. That's me. But they moved out to Milford. North Carolina. Where I'm from."

She popped a couple of pecans in her mouth.

Sam blinked. Wow. "Do you always have this much energy in the morning?"

"Only when I'm nervous.

"Do you think Piper has any doughnuts around here?"

"Don't be nervous. The people who enjoyed physically torturing other people left a while ago," Sam said, beginning to stir the ingredients in the bowl, then realizing she'd forgotten the butter. "You could ask?"

"Physical torture?"

And there goes the measuring cup.

Fortunately, it's plastic, so it doesn't break.

Unfortunately, it's full of flour.

And gravity? Totally still working.

"What? They left!" Sam brushed off the leg of her jeans, which didn't really help, because she then got cocoa on them in place of flour.

"Sorry about that," she bent down to help clean up.

Ainsley's eyes were huge. She seemed frozen in place for a second. Then she realized she was making a spectacle of herself and she dropped to the floor and started helping Sam.

"I beg your pardon?" Ainsley screeched in a whisper. "Do you mean to tell me that they let people physically torture other people around here? Like the rack? And that Chinese water thingy?" If she was sad and homesick this morning, she was thoroughly freaked out now.

Oops. Backpedaling time. "Let them? Oh, no, of course not! And nothing as involved as the rack or Chinese Water torture, I swear." Sam reached out to pat Ainsley on the arm, then decided against it. The other girl looked ready to run screaming out of the room and she didn't want to spook her.

"Really, it's much better now. Um, didn't anyone warn you about Fandom when you first got here?"

"Warn? No! I was told it was a school for unsually gifted students! I was sent here so that I could get a halfway decent education without those hicks at Milford High making my life miserable!"

Sam sighed. "It is a school for unusually gifted students." She stood up and dumped the flour into the sink, cursing Fandom High's PR department. "It's just that some of the gifts? Probably aren't exactly what you're expecting. It's more than just a place for smart students, although we have those, too."

Ainsley was still sitting on the floor, and looked up mournfully.

"Then what is it?"

If her father were present, he would point out that this is the first time Ainsley has given the "kicked puppy look" without being completely aware that she's doing it and what the effect is.

"Some of the people here have...special abilities," Sam tried to explain without giving up too many people's secrets, "or are from places where things like aliens and vampires exist ~~and followed them here~~."

Baking Workshop 5/22, FH Home Ec Classroom, Monday Morning

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