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Luke's Diner, Feb 8th.

Luke's was hopping once the girls from the sorority arrived.

"So they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach," Quinn opened, once the girls were gathered in the kitchen at Luke's Diner and the regular staff had been shooed out of the way for a temporary break. "I think a short skirt works better, but sometimes you need to rely on more traditional methods. For that, there's always baking."

"And those of us who can't bake, can learn-" Supposedly. Emma was still skeptical on that idea, Mr. Rogers. "-or we can provide access to goods baked by other people."

"So today, we're learning how to win the way to the stomach of our beloveds through cooking, taught by the owner of this establishment, and then we'll have a bake-sale later this week."

“Hi, everybody!” Lacey had given the staff a lot of grief about making sure everything was in its proper place. And clean. They must have listened to her for once, because her smile didn’t have any nervousness to it, and the countertops, set up with a few food processors and electric stand mixers along with the other requisite paraphernalia, gleamed. (Yes, someone could have reminded her it wasn’t a cooking show, but it wouldn’t have done any good.) “I’d originally planned to give you guys a few different options but my cookbooks are having an identity crisis today, so I thought we’d go with something simple but fancy-looking: this is a little dessert I like to call berrymisu. Like tiramisu, only with berries instead of chocolate; get it?”

Yes, Lacey. At least some of them probably did.

“So like I said, it’s simple, but it looks fancy, and it’s a nice romantic type of dessert,” she went on, indicating an example of the finished product on the counter beside a stack of recipe printouts. “Not to mention that all the layering means you can impress that special someone with the work you put into it!”

Quinn smiled, clearly approving of the degree of organization on display. "We're going to try making our own berrymisus today," she said. "Or try out what you'd like to do for the bake sale Wednesday. Emma's in charge of that" -- largely because Quinn trusted herself more in the actual kitchen -- "but we'll need help setting up and running the sales."

[OOC: Luke's is open to the public AND ready for the sorority meeting!]

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For those that want to be there before or after the girls and do not need Sookie Service with a Smile.

If Miss Stackhouse is amenable to it.

Miss Stackhouse was totally amenable to it, though she was splitting her time between actual diner work and trying to make this berrymisu thing.

She'd likely be giving her finished product to Bobby, who probably couldn't care less how pretty it looked, but darn it, she wanted it to be nice.

Admire the gleaming whiteness of the kitchen!

Ariel giggled, excited for today's activity, mostly because she was the worst person in the world to be trying to bake, from past experiences, and also for the prospect of totally stealing some french fries while she was here.

It was all Bod's fault, really...

Elphaba arrived and was... a little skeptical. This was the sort of activity they were going to do?

Make the kitchen a little less gleaming, if you dare.

Electric mixer. Trying to beat chilled whipping cream.

Emma refused to acknowledge that there may or may not be flecks of cream on her face or in her hair as she worked. She was a perfectionist, darn it.

On the same token, Ariel knew that no one got good at anything by just doing it once, and so she finally hit up the kitchen, gathered all the ingredients she'd need, and then she was going to try her very best to at least make them edible this time!

Tell us your name and what you want to cook, or volunteer to help Emma sell things on Thursday.

"I can bake some kickass muffins," Kate offered ~~once her player was finally neither asleep or at school~~. "And I might as well help with the selling too, if you need help."

"Kate's muffins for sale," Emma echoed, writing it down on her clipboard. "Not dirty, I assume."

"Not dirty," Kate confirmed, with a snort. "Tasty. In a totally not-dirty way."

The organizers, Lacey, and Jane Porter all should be around. Somewhere.

Quinn was vaguely contemplating making lemon bars or something, but mostly she was content to stay to the side and watch everyone else try to cook.

Puck had somehow gotten wind of where the sorority meeting was being held today. Now, he had a reason for seeking out someone who belonged to this thing, and he did love going to female-only functions to harass them, and that would have been enough.

But then he realized there was going to be food involved. So when he wandered into the diner and saw that there were girls everywhere making food, well, it was sort of like Puck had wandered into one of his favorite dreams. If only everyone were topless. If only.

Anyway. He had a mission. So he sauntered over to Quinn, hands in his pockets, and asked, "So what's with all the baking? And more importantly, are you sharing?"

"Baking equals selling things equals money for the sorority," Quinn answered. "We're hoping somebody won't remember there's always free food in the common room."

She gave him a half-smile. "I will share if you pay the dollar."

Or if he asked again.

"Is the bake sale today?" he countered. "Because otherwise I say you should give me a free sample, so I can make sure it doesn't suck. You won't make money if it sucks."

So altruistic.

"It's feeding teen boys sugar. You guys aren't the pickiest audience," Quinn returned, but he was getting a chocolate chip cookie anyhow. Just because. She'd give him one that was a little crumbly.

"... and the sale's Thursday."

He was actually pleased that she'd forked over the cookie, because he wasn't sure if she was going to or not, so he accepted it with a grateful little smile. "Then I'll stop by on Thursday," he decided after trying it, "'cause in case you were worried, these don't suck."

"I wasn't worried, but thank you," Quinn said, feeling oddly satisfied by the compliment. "So, are you here for a burger or something? Sorority's not usually your scene."

"What, do I not fit in?" Puck asked sadly. "It's 'cause I'm not blonde, isn't it?" He fidgeted a little -- an uncharacteristic move -- and added, "I actually have a thing to ask you."

"You should have come last week and we could've bleached the mohawk at the salon," Quinn suggested. "It would have looked amazing."

Then, off-guard by the fidget: "And sure. Ask."

"So, there's this thing," Puck said, totally disregarding that bleaching comment because of course he'd look sweet. "On Friday. Like, a dance thing."

"I know," Quinn said patiently. (Patiently on the surface, anyhow. Internally, she was wondering if her conversation with Wesley had somehow gotten back to Puck without her having to actually do anything. That would be nice.) "I have to go for Council."

"Yeah, well. Wanna go with me?" Puck asked, smiling a little bit and shrugging. "Since you have to go, and all."

"Since I have to go and I already have my dress and everything..." And then Quinn dropped act for as long as it took to say. "Yes. I think that might actually be kind of fun."

"Cool," Puck grinned. "I'll pick you up before. And I've got my suit, so -- are you wearing red or whatever? I can dig up a red tie."

He knew matching was important to her. And this way he could find a matching wrist flower thing, too.

"Red," Quinn confirmed. "Like a scarlet red, not a tomato red." Because that distinction would mean an enormous amount to Puck.

"I'll ... be ready for you."

And now she was feeling all giddy and dopey.

Lacey had claimed a bit of counter and thrown herself into making a wildly elaborate berrymisu, but if anyone needed help with the recipe, she'd be happy to pitch in.

. . . if she weren't so occupied with her own dessert, she'd probably be offering help to everyone regardless of whether they needed it, so just be glad she was keeping herself busy.

Jane Porter certainly was around! And more than happy to share some of her own baking knowledge with any of the girls.

The things this woman could do with bananas!

~~Not Dirty!~~

Emma was around and considering trying to make something she couldn't possibly burn since it didn't require the oven.

If people were lucky, she'd give up on the idea.

Elphaba decided to say something, so she approached Emma.

"I understand the importance of cooking skills," she started, "but are we really going to engage in activities about how to woo people? Is this going to happen often?"

She didn't want to admit she wouldn't mind learning a bit about that sort of thing, but she liked putting on airs that it was beneath her.

"Darling, I couldn't 'woo' someone with my cooking unless they had absolutely no tastebuds," Emma replied, blunt and cheerful. "Even if I wanted to, which I don't."

"Mostly this is using the excuse of the holiday to teach baking, and what we sell on Thursday will act as seed-money for a larger fundraiser for one of the charities the sorority supports. But has anyone explained Valentine's Day to you yet?" Look, Elphaba looked like she was from out-of-town. Emma was checking for safety.

"Another holiday?" Elphaba asked, pretty much confirming Emma's suspicions. "Is this another excuse to massacre animals in the name of festivity?"

"Another holiday," she confirmed. "And an excuse to consume large amounts of chocolate and give people flowers."

"Valentine's Day is traditionally a day on which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards known as 'valentines,'" Emma explained. "Although it is considered acceptable to send flowers - so long as they are not roses - to platonic friends as well."

"I see," Elphaba said, tilting her head.

"Why does there need to be a special day for expressing your love? I mean, I haven't had much to observe, but it seems to me that it shouldn't take a special occasion to show your affection."

"It shouldn't," Emma agreed. "But it grew out of the tradition of courtly love hundreds of years ago, I think, and has gotten commercialized in the meantime."

"It's silly if you think about it, but fun, and we can use it as a marketing tool for our bake sale."

"That seems to happen to most of your holidays," Elphaba said, thinking about what Bruce had said in regards to Christmas. "But I see your point in regards to the bake sale. I don't suppose I could volunteer to help that, in some way?"

"I'll have a table set up in the dorm lobby on Thursday," Emma said. "You're welcome to stop by and help me sell the hard work of our fellow sorority members."

Are we sure today is only Tuesday, and not yet Friday?

I'm so going to end up having dessert for dinner. I have no one to blame but myself.

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