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Baking Workshop 7/3, Monday Morning

Piper smiles at the students as they arrive, but this time, it might be a sad smile. This is the last time they'd be in her workshop after all. "I hope you all brought recipes with you this morning. I brought copies of the brownie recipe in case any of you forgot."

She points out the plate of brownies in front of her. "I even made some for you."

"I'll be here if you need help with anything or if you have questions," Piper continues. She looks at all of them. "Thanks for making my first workshop somewhat successful...and for not burning the classroom down."

She couldn't help adding that last part.

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"Weird crumbly...what are you making?"

"Frittata. Something called a Greek scramble? It was Willow's idea, but I probably should've picked the recipe more carefully."

"Willow seems to know what she's doing," Sam said, glancing over at her. "I'm sure she wouldn't give you something you couldn't handle."

"My cooking study buddy has faith in my abilities, apparently." Anders grinned. "It's kinda a nice feeling."

"Isn't it?" Sam dumped the chocolate chips into a bowl, and placed the bowl on the heat. "Anakin actually ate something I cooked yesterday and didn't have to go to the clinic. It was good."

Anders crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled. "Aw, Carter, c'mon. You're not that bad."

"The CDC got called the year I made Thanksgiving," she confided. "Er, the Centers for Disease Control. The Anthrax people."

"Oh. I think you mentioned that once, yeah," Anders said awkwardly. "Still, that was just a fluke, right?"

"If that's what you want to call it," she snorted, amused now that no one was in an oxygen tent.

"In the interest of keeping morale up, yes," Anders insisted. "At least until this workshop is over with."

"I can't believe this is the last week," Sam said. "And, strangely, I think I am a little better, which makes Piper kind of a miracle worker, you know?"

Anders nodded. "Yeah, I mean, we've only set things on fire once?"

"And it was really only a little fire..."

"And nobody had to go to the clinic."

"Yay, us!" Sam stirred the chocolate.

"I think, for us? This counts as a win."

"Hey, I'll take it," Sam said, giggling.

"Me too," Anders agreed, snickering. "Willow and I were thinking about campaigning to get grade credit for this class, 'cause it's been tough."

Sam may have looked horrified. "No. No, I don't need this grade on my transcript. Or anywhere near it--it'll infect my other grades and I'll be held back a year."

"I didn't think about that," Anders said guiltily. "Well, we didn't have time to bake the campaign cookies anyway."

"Well," Sam hedged, "You guys can have grades if you want them, but wow, I don't."

"Actually I don't want them that much," Anders admitted. "But Willow was really into the idea, so I sort of went along with it."

"Then she can have the grade. In fact, she can have mine." Sam grinned.

"Carter!" he protested, laughing. "That's mean."

Sam blew a raspberry at Anders. "Don't you have something with salty cheese to be doing?"

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