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Originally Posted by hermionesclone "Me neither. I don't want to taste foul cookies." No, keep that stuff AWAY, thank you very much. As for a way to get out of it, WELL, wasn't THIS an interesting line of thought? "How do we get out of it? We can't use the under-the-table-feed-the-dog technique." Because they were missing something crucial from that plan: a freaking dog. "Though, I guess, if it's from someone we trust, we can trust them to make good cookies." Like Simon and Ethan over there. Uh huh. You two'd better be making cookies for Taureans and whatever star sign Zander happened to be.
Was he BLUSHING? Grayson was picking up a lot of interesting things from this Gryffindor and blushing was, apparently, one of them. Along with him not being one of those overly brave Gryffindors that jumped straight into something without thinking about it first. What a bunch of idiots those were. And WHY wa he thinking about that when this guy over here was praising him? Grayson smirked before saying, "Looks like you're a fast learner." Was his chest puffed out a little in pride? Yes, it was.
The scooping really had taken forever, hadn't it? Jeez. It was as if the two had been one of those people in primary school maths problems. You know, the loonies that bought fifty pineapples and were all too glad to be giving them away. Swear to Merlin, who even bought that many freaking pineapples in the first place?! Jeez. Some people sounded like they came straight out of the loony bin.
Sigh. Task, Whitty. The dough. Which they had scooped aaaaaaaaall of it out and placed onto the cookies sheet and theeeeeen......... into the oven! "Yeah, we wait. Fifteen whole minutes! And MAN, these are going to smell SO good." He was sure of it because THEY were the ones who had made it. Of course it was going to turn out to be brilliant. "Though, maybe not as good as the chocolate chip kind. Do you think they have chocolate chip fortune cookies?" And more importantly, could they have some? Because waiting was making him hungry, as was that SMELL. Sweet Merlin! Tick tock tick tock!
Fifteen minutes was a long time. Come ON! Hurry up and BAKE alre-- "TIME'S UP!" Was he excited? He was. He really really was. He even grabbed an oven mitt and took out the tray and the cookie sheet. "Mmmmmmm! That smell!" What was the next step again?
The Gryffindor nodded his head enthusiastically in agreement. Yeah foul cookies bad. At the suggestion for the clever technique- knew he liked this guy for a reason- Zander found himself nodding even more. So much nodding. So much goofy smiles. Grayson Whitlock sure sounded like a good role model. Hm. Anyways, someone they'd trust? "Oh yeah, I reckon that'd be a good way to do it too," and with that he looked right over to Mr. Watson and Sherlock. They'd better make some darn good cookies.
Fifteen minutes. Geeeez. "Chocolate chips? We should ask the house elves for some!" So what if actual fortune cookies didn't have chocolate chips? That couldn't stop them from adding some! Chocolate was always welcome. Especially around this Gryffindor. He excited looked around for a house elf before oh-so-casually throwing Grayson's BRILLIANT idea out there. "Are there any chocolate chips out here!?" Because they really really wanted some. How's that for a decoration, right?
AND TIME WAS UP! AT LAST! PRAISE MERLIN!
As Grayson took the cookies out, Zander basically MELTED at the amazing scent. Sniff. Sniff. "They smell ahmazing!" Ha, good teamwork. Yes. Mhmmm. Turning back to the list of steps, the Gryffindor read over them quickly. "So now we drop the fortunes in? I can do that part if you do the shaping?" He didn't even wait for a response because he was so eager to get these things done and into his mouth.
One fortune for you, Mr. Cookie. One for you. And one for you, you, you, AND YOU! He also did the folding thing and then looked over at his partner with a smile. So the shaping then? All yours, Whitlock!
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