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Samuel	It is deceptively early in the afternoon, the only time Sam knows of when the kitchen isn't too busy cooking meals for the students, or full of students cooking meals for themselves. And for what he had in mind, he needed some elbow room. Since he's not allowed to use any technopathic powers for at least 24 hours as punishment for absconding the day before, Bean has to resort to an offline-compatible reference volume... the cook book.     The project is a whole of fifteen minutes in, and already the kitchen looks like a disaster area. Broken eggs on the counter (and some even in a mixing bowl), flour strewn around, spatulas, whisks, splotches of milk... Bean himself looks like he's been the victim of a particularly messy practical joke, the apron never intended for such messy duty and having failed in its primary objective of keeping his clothes clean in the last five minutes or so if the stains are anything to go by. Only the cook book, places almost reverentially on a reading stand, has escaped the carnage.
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy comes into the kitchen for a late lunch. He's been busy. When he steps in..n he sees the absolute mess that Samuel seems to be making. "What in the wide, wide world of sports is a goin' on here, Sam?" he bellows.
Jubilee	Heading into the kitchen is Jubilee, who is popping a piece of gum between her lips with a loud crack of pink upon her lips. The ex-mall rat is wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a hot pink top under her yellow jacket that is rolled up to the elbows. As she spies the chaos in the kitchen, she slows to a stop and takes a few moments to admire the work. "Wow." She trails off, brows lifting upwards. "The heck happened in here?"
Samuel	Industriously plying a whisk through the mixing bowl (and splashing a significant amount over the side at the same time), Bean looks up slightly startled at Hank and Jubilee. Normally he'd have sensed them coming long before seeing or hearing them, but today... well... today he has to rely on his actual senses. And that he hadn't spotted any of them until they spoke speaks volumes about his concentration on his cooking.     "I'm... making a cake." the teen admits, slightly sheepishly, as the half congealed batter gloops from the whisk back into the bowl. "It's not complying."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy sees Jub, and gives her a pat on the shoulder after she follows up his complaint with her own. "Looks like we have some experimentation going on. Son, son..." he then starts approaching Sam. "Okay. A cake is a surprisingly difficult thing to make. Would you like a suggestion? Start with cookies. It's the effort that matters."
Jubilee	"I'd start with toast." Jubilee says with an amused laugh as she snags a few paper towels and goes about wiping the counters down. "But hey, this is still a better attempt than my first time making a cake. I blew up the oven by accident with a little bit of razzle dazzle." She slides a fingertip into the batter, then licks it off her finger with a squint of her eyes. "So, what's going on besides explodey baked goods?"
Samuel	"Can't be cookies, has to be a cake." Sam-Bean mentions off-hand to Hank, and gives Jubilee a surprisingly intense look when she samples the batter. He goes back to... well... /beating/ the batter with the whisk, because that's what the book said he should do. But then one word gets his attention. "Oven? Ah, scheisse nochmal!"     He drops the mixing bowl on the counter (there is some splash back), and runs to the oven which is by now starting to smell a bit... melty. Oddly enough, Bean stares at the oven a moment, then facepalms as if remembering something, reaches for the dial, turns the thing down and opens the door, letting out a cloud of black smoke. Coughing as the smoke envelops him, he reaches in with his bare hands, pulls back just in time to stop his fingers from burning off and grabs a kitchen towel, then pulls out the cake form he had clearly left in there to pre-heat and then utterly forgot about. You can tell... it has those wonderful scorch marks and melted bits.
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy shakes his head, watching Sam continue to fail. "Alright, look. How about cupcakes? Cupcakes are wonderful, and they're much easier to make. Try that."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy then adds to Jubilee a smile. "I was just going to have some of the leftover nuggets from the student lunch today, but... this is a mess that will need cleaned up."
Jubilee	Coughing loudly at the scent of burning from the stove, Jubilee waves her hand back and forth franctically in front of her face to try and ward it away. "So, /why/ do you need to make a cake? Is this a Home Ec project or something?" As she wipes the counters down with large scoops of batter, she lobs it into the trash can with a wet thunk. "You could still have the nuggets. Microwave works." She points out to Hank with a grin.
Samuel	For a few moments, Sam-Bean juggles the cake form, smoke curling up from the towel where the hot metal is scorching it, until he gets a bright idea and dunks is in the sink, running the cold water. A bit too vigorously. Water splashes everywhere for a moment, drenching all around, and quite a bit of the floor, until he turns the tap down and takes a deep breath. Current assessment? Utter disaster!     "It's for Shannon." Turning the tap off, now that the cake form has had a chance to cool off and crack from the sudden cold, he turns to look at the others, looking extremely sheepish. More so than ever before, in fact. "She's not feeling great at the moment, and I was going to make her a big cake. You know, vanilla frosting, large wings out of shaped sugar, that sort of thing. I... thought it would be easier. She makes it look so simple."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy slaps Sam on the back, and shakes his head again. "Of course she does. She's probably been doing it for years. Baking... isn't like grilling. It's chemistry. It's biochemistry in fact. Experienced bakers have heuristics and shortcuts they use to know how tod o it right, but coming to it from scratch is doomed to fail. Try a cupbake." He then goes to get those leftover he was talking about. "Microwave is indeed fine. Anyone else want any?"
Jubilee	"I can't cook or bake to save my life." Jubilee says to Sam with a grin. "Pretty much means I'm not wife material and some poor guy would starve if he depended on me." She opens the fridge and reaches in to snag an energy drink, then cracks the top off as she takes a quick chug from it. "I'm good, Blue. I ate earlier and only came down because I thought I smelled fire. Good thing it's not an emergency." Once the counter is cleaned to her satisfaction, she hops up on top of it to let her legs dangle over the edge, swaying back and forth with a light tap behind them.
Samuel	"I know it's biochemistry. And that's simple stuff, it's not like neurosurgery." Odd that Bean didn't say rocket science. Does he think that's too simple as well? Come to think of it, what classes is he currently taking anyway? "I just... lack the muscle memory. My method was scientifically correct, the tools were proper, the mixtures were exact, just like the book says." But there is, of course, much more to cooking than that.     Recognising that there is quite, quite a mess here, Bean grabs some paper towels and starts to continue where Jubilee began. "Maybe cookies then. Something to cheer her up."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy gets a huge plate of nuggets going, and then looks back "None for either of you. Alright. This should do it then." And so the microwave kicks off. "Yeah, cupcakes or cookies. Get the experience Sam. And... let me be clear. You have 90 minutes to clean this up, in time for dinner rush. I will be getting a report later."
Jubilee	"PFff. A report for what? Making a little bit of a mess making a cake? We'll just order pizza for the kids or something, seeing how it's the weekend and all." Jubilee blows some hair away from her face with a 'pff' of air between her lips. She tips a wink over towards Sam, then scoops up a finger of batter and flicks it upwards to the ceiling. Splat! "Enjoy being young and making a mess. It's not as fun when you get older."
Samuel	Samuel eyes the mess. Eyes Hank, eyes Jubilee... eyes the ceiling. Oh. There was already some batter up there. And flour... how did that egg get stuck up there as well? Huh... "It'll be spotless, I promise."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy grins to Jubilee, muttering something about a bad influence, then nods to Sam. "Good man. Have a good Friday. Jub... tomorrow... chicken, burgers, or steaks?" He'll then head off with his nuggets once he has her answer.
Jubilee	"Corn Dogs!" Jubilee calls out to Hank as he heads off, then gives a glance to Samuel as she tips a wink at him "Bad influence my ass. I'm awesome." She says as she blows on her nails, then buffs her shirt as if she was puffing herself up. "So, future Gordon Ramsey, what else you been up to lately? Keeping outta trouble? If so, that's boring." She hops off the counter with a thump of sneakers, then snags the mop off the wall and heads to the sink to get it wet.
Samuel	Pages are flicked, and Bean rummages through the cupboards until he finds a new mixing bowl and cookie forms. His eyes practically light up when he sees there are a few seasonal ones in the back in the shape of angels. Yes! Ambition soars once again.     "Let's see... escaping an ambush by three giant sentinels, finding out I can control them with my mind, laying around in the medical lab to stop my brains leaking out of my nose and ears, being duped by the God of Tricksters, nearly strangling the God of Tricksters and slipping away from my minder to climb the rafters in the stables." Yup. Been a busy week. "Pass me the eggs?"
Jubilee	"Sounds like a normal week around here all things considered." Jubilee says as she nudges the fridge open with her foot, then reaches inside to snag the eggs. "We don't have many of these left seeing how you keep using them. You want me to walk you through this cookie situation? It's easy. You just gotta not rush it." Placing the eggs down on the counter, she takes her phone out and turns on a video on how to bake cookies. "Here. This may help a bit. It's one thing to read a book, but it's another to see it in action."
Samuel	Bean hesitates for a moment. Technically he's not disobeying Cannonball by looking at the video, and he does want to get these cookies just right. "I would... appreciate... the assistance." Oh wow. That sounded almost like it had to be dragged out of him the hard way. "Normally I'd just direct-sense the feed, but... I promised Mister Guthrie not to use my talents until tomorrow morning. Part of my punishment." Eggs. Okay... oh, so /that's/ how you're supposed to use them. Sometimes you really need someone to show you. "Are you a student here as well?"
Jubilee	"Punished, for what exactly? No. I'm not a student. I'm one of the guidance counselors here and the gymnastics teacher. I'm Jubilee. You can call me Jubilee. Not Miss Lee. Not Jubilation. Just Jubilee." The X-Man says with an amused grin on her face. "And no, I won't go to Prom with you. I've been asked that about ten times this week. Eesh. I didn't even go when I /was/ your age." She gives a snap of her fingers to create a sparkler effect around them with a shower of pafs. "Eggs are easy. The shells don't go in the bowl."
Samuel	"And neither does the rest of them, except the whites, which isn't the bit around the egg that is the egg, but the bit inside. Right. That makes more sense." Probably a good thing his first attempt at baking was discovered in time. Bean glances from the video to Jubilee, smiling. It's an odd smile. Doesn't quite get to his eyes. "I'm surprised we haven't met yet. Quite honestly, I wouldn't mind joining the gymnastics class, to stay in shape. I'm Sam Morgan, Jubilee, a pleasure to meet you. Most people call me Bean not to get confused with Mister Guthrie. What's a prom?"
Jubilee	"A Prom is the big dance at the end of the school year, where guys awkwardly ask girls out to get dressed up and sway about to slow music and get all giggly and hormoney. It's tradition. It's really a big deal I guess. You know, for those who care about that type of stuff." Jubilee says as she blows another bubble of gum, then pops it loudly. "They do a good job of it here in the mansion. There is a ton of food and decorations." She pops another round of gym. "But yeah, join the class. It's cool. It's mostly just tumbling and parkour techniques. I even do a defensive evasion class during it." Her brows lift upwards a bit as if she was still expecting that answer.
Samuel	Mixing. Oh, so beating the mixture didn't actually require you to physically strike it with the whisk, but... ah, a circular motion that mixed the constituent components. Much more sane. Far less mess that way! "I was taught some parkour and climbing and landing properly in... before I came to the school." Quick correction there, and Bean continues as if he never hesitated. "I should probably skip the defensive bits, Miss Jubilee. Or, at least, I would have to ask Miss Grey or Mister Logan if it would be okay to join in."     All that leads him to the topic he had avoided before. He catches the look, understands, and confesses. "I have to be accompanied by someone when I'm interacting with students, in case I try to hurt them. Yesterday I wanted some time by myself, so I evaded the staff assigned to shadow me. That was technically a violation of my terms of probation, so Mister Guthrie grounded me, and forbade me from using my talents for 24 hours."
Jubilee	"Looks like I may need to read your file instead of binge on Nick at Night throwback on Netflix tonight." Jubilee says as she looks even more curiously at him. "So, what's the story morning glory? Why are you a danger around the other students? You got a walking bomb type of power? Short fuse? Do you have a weird trigger word that sends you off into a frenzy and chop everyone up into sushi if you hear it outloud?" She sticks the tip of her tongue out as she thinks. "I hope it's not pineapples. I like that word."
Samuel	Slowly, with elaborate care, Bean reaches out to the phone and presses the screen to pause the video. He now knows a lot more about making cookies. It's only fair Jubilee knows a bit more about Sam Morgan. The face he turns to her is devoid of emotion, which might very well be its natural state. "I was raised by an organisation that exists only to achieve world domination, to eradicate every last trace of freedom and free thought. They taught me how to fight, they taught me how to kill, they planted ideas in my head that have taken a lot of time and hard work to get rid of. Nobody knows if I got rid of them all. I've killed for that organisation, and people are afraid that I might do so again. It's a valid fear. I'm afraid of it myself."     His head snaps around like an air defense battery acquiring a target when someone knocks on the kitchen door.
Shannon	Shannon poks her head through the kitchen door, one hand reaching through bearing a handful of late-season herbs from the garden--some basil, some thyme, a little bit of rosemary, and some chives. "Hey... kinda weird for the kitchen door to be closed, is everything okay?" Her brows are furrowed with concern, and... the mess. The awful mess. Flour, batter, who knows what splattered and splashed about in the oddest places. "Heilige scheisse... what happened??"
Jubilee	Popping another bubble between her lips, Jubilee peels it off her nose. "Oooh. I see. It's one of those situations. Well, lucky you, we got experience in that type of stuff. You should join the defensive evasion class I am teaching. Trust me, it'll be fun. It's using parkour techniques in the DR to evade getting rolled and smoked. It'll probably be an easy extra credit for you and you can make some new friends from some of the more squeamish kiddies who really aren't that mechnically gifted but they want to take the class to be cool." Reaching into the cupboard, she pulls out a jar of sugar. "My best advice is to not be afraid of yourself. You know yourself better than anyone else, right? You got a good moral compass? You know right and wrong? That's the easy part. When you see a puppy cross the street, do you want to kick it or not? If you don't, I'd say you're on the right path. But, I also know that you won't get 'better' if you're handcuffed all the time either and allowed a little bit of freedom to explore who you are. I'll talk to Sam to see if we can give you a little bit of space, cool?"
Samuel	As soon as Shannon comes through the door, Sam-Bean's expression changes. The neutral look becomes a smile, and an effort is clearly made to banish the tension from his muscles, to stand more loosely, more... normally. He nods to Jubilee. "I would appreciate that, thank you Miss Jubilee. When's your class?" Easy credit and making friends? Yeah, that sold him.     Then he cocks an eyebrow at Shannon. "Fraulein! Sprache, bitte." But yes, there is a mess. An unholy mess, and he feels some kind of explanation is necessary. "I'm... making cookies."
Shannon	"Und deine Sprache ist gut?" Shannon's words are halting, perhaps the pronunciation is far from perfect, and she has to really think about what she's saying when it's not the more colorful aspects of the language, but hopefully the idea is conveyed, in teasing tone. She smiles a little bit, waving a handful of kitchen herbs at Jubilee. "Hi there! Helping this one get into trouble? Good."
Jubilee	The Chinese-American young woman blinks a few times at the German going back and forth in the room. "Well, at least you two pay attention in Kurt's class. I can't even get kids to do a basic sommersault nine out of ten times." To Samuel, she says, "I do mine on Saturday's at ten in the morning. That way it doesn't conflict during the rest of the week and I do enjoy watching kids suffer on the weekends." Jubilee offers up a smile to the pair of them. "I'm helping him on a project. Home Ec." She covers for him smoothly as she tugs her shades down over her eyes from their resting spot in her dark hair. "But, I think he got the hang of it. I'm gonna strap on my blades and go for a quick workout." Snapping her fingers at them, a colorful 'paf' pops from her tips. "Check ya later kiddies. Also, my office has an open door policy." She says with a wink to Bean. "Don't break my phone dudes. Summers says he won't buy me any more."
Samuel	Saved. By a teacher he literally only just met. To say that Jubilee scored some brownie points with Sam is possibly understating just how much he appreciates being let off the hook. "Ten in the morning? I suppose that gives me a few hours after my morning run." Yeah. He's one of those people... He's also glad that Shannon is only looking at the mess on the counter. Don't look at the ceiling. Please just don't look at the ceiling... and as he's thinking that, a splat of egg drips down, misses him by a hair and he stoically pretends like nothing has happened. "It's a lot harder than it seems, this kitchen stuff."
Shannon	Sure enough, Shannon's gaze travels upwards--and sends her into fits of giggles. Giggles which she barely covers with one hand over her mouth, shaking her head. Gloom is momentarily forgotten, at least as long as the laughter lasts. But when it fades, the shadows in her eyes return. She ducks inside, grabbing a towel from by the sink, and dragging a stool over to as close to the batter on the ceiling she can get. She climbs up on the stool and reaches up with the towel to try and clean up the mess before it ruins the rest of Samuel's efforts. She smiles a little bit over at Jubilee and nods. "Didn't know Kurt taught one other than drama. Figured it was time I picked up the more polite aspects of the language if I was going to be around him and Samuel here." Craning her neck back up to look at the ceiling and clean up her mess, she adds, "Hey... no being a stranger, okay? I haven't seen much of you since my first day here."
Jubilee	"We're all strange here." Jubilee calls over teasingly to her shoulder as she nudges the back door open, then leans down to pluck up a pair of electric blue and black roller blades. They look expensive too. She kicks her shoes off, then goes about tugging them on and lacing them firmly. "I'll be back soon and we can all get ice cream to go along with these cookies that surely Sammy here won't set on fire."
Samuel	Surreptitiously, while Shannon is cleaning the ceiling, Bean starts to make the batter for the cookies. He's not even quite sure why he's trying to do it without anyone noticing, it's not as if he's doing something he shouldn't be doing. Force of habit, possibly, since the person he's making them for is actually here. "You know, your German is improving a lot. Didn't see you reach for the dictionary that time." tWhisk whisk goes the whisk. Most of the mixture even stays in the bowl this time.     A glance over his shoulder to Jubilee... "They're not eggs. I'm sure they're far less flammable." Wait, what?
Shannon	Shannon laughs a little bit, the sound a bit softer than the fits of giggles that had heralded her discovery of the mess on the ceiling. She's careful about climbing down, and not fall. A fourth trip to the medbay this week would -not- do at all. "I practiced that one to cover me in case a colorful metaphor slipped out, and either you or Kurt called me on it. Figured it would fall under the category of 'essential words and phrases' in the language." She moves the stool back to its previous place, and sets the towel aside to be washed later. "So what are you making? Looks like you're having a good time at it."
Samuel	"It's one of those phrases you learn quickly with people like me and Kurt around." Bean agrees, actually smiling now. He's doing something normal, in a normal way, for normal reasons. It's all so perfectly... normal. That shouldn't be such a rare thing, but it is. "It's like Entschuldigung, or Bitte, and Danke Sehr."     Seeing and hearing Shannon laugh, perhaps it's time to let her in on the secret. "I was going to make a cake. It... didn't go well. So, now I'm making cookies." Pause. "Angel cookies."
Shannon	"Angel cookies? But it's nowhere near Christm... ohhh...." Shannon's eyebrows go up--and then her cheeks go faintly pink. It's impossible to -not- smile, though the smile is a bit more faint than some. "Thank you so much! I'm sorry for spoiling your surprise, though!"
Samuel	"It was going to be a big cake first, with big wings out of icing sugar, and vanilla frosting, but..." Bean motions almost helplessly at the counter and the ceiling and the cracked cake mould in the sink after he's done pouring the batter in the cookie forms. Did he remember to put a tray under them first? Of course he didn't. "Well, doesn't matter if they're not a surprise anymore, there's still going to be cookies, and they'll be delicious. Pretty good. Acceptable... mostly edible."
Shannon	Shannon grabs a baking sheet from one of the cabinets and plops it down on the counter with a fairly loud metallic clattering sound. "Might want to put the molds on that first," she advises, quirking a small smile as she does. "Cakes are a pretty even mix of art and science. Some of it's knowing what ingredients to mix in what proportion to get the effects you want and need. Some of it's just learning to feel your way through the whole process. My dad's pretty good at this stuff. When my folks were homeschooling me, the kitchen was both home ec class, and science all rolled into one."
Samuel	The baking sheet gets a baffled look, and then Bean starts the video again, fast tracks it to the point where such an object appears, and seems to understand just how he done goofed this time. At least he manages to pick up the molds without spilling too much, and transfer them to the baking tray. Right. Almost looking as if this might end up turning out alright. "I thought, because I know the science, I could probably reverse engineer the process. Turns out a kitchen isn't as much like a science lab as I was hoping for." Or, to be more exact, he can't cook to save his life.
Shannon	Shannon smiles and tilts her head. "It's like any other skill. It takes practice, and a whole lot of failure." She chuckles slightly, helping him transfer the molds to the baking sheet. "You should've seen my first attempt at cookies as a kid. I'd taken a taste of the baking soda and baking powder, and they tasted -horrible-. So I was determined to not include something that tasted so bad in my cookies. Found out the hard way that excluding those ingredients basically gives you rubber hockey pucks instead of cookies."
Samuel	Bean smiles as he listens, slowly transferring the molds. Smiles less. Stops smiling. Looks down at the mixture in the molds. "Ah..." Yeah. Time to start over then.
Shannon	Shannon tries not to grin. Much. She fails at this task horribly. "Let me guess. Third time's the charm?" The molds are transferred from baking sheet to sink, and each one is washed out, rid of the second attempt at cookies. "Come on, you'll get this. Let's take it step by step and break it down that way. See if you can tell me why each ingredient is included as you put them together."
Samuel	Third time. Absolutely third. Yeah... This time Bean watches the video from start to finish and takes it slow. Sloooooow. He had a 90 minute deadline from Doctor McCoy, but he's clearly not going to make that at this rate, doesn't seem interested in even trying to make it. He'd only promised he'd leave the place spotless, and fully intends to keep that promise. But by the time the lunch rush starts, he'll probably still be here, baking cookies. At this point, there are barely any eggs left, but at least Bean grasps the science behind the baking once the steps are explained. There are, he finds out, no real opportunities for shortcuts like would be expected in most other sciences... almost as if cooking, the oldest science of all, has had millennia to mature and be perfected. Less mess. Less waste. Mixture in molds, on a baking tray, all measured out to perfection. Only one thing to do... the oven. "Okay. We got this far. If we can do this without setting the kitchen on fire, I'm officially declaring this a success even if these cookies are inedible."
Shannon	While Bean is going through the cooking video, Shannon's doing her best to help clean up the previous mess from his attempt at baking a cake. "So that's making more sense now, then?" She's got flour on her forearms and elbows where she'd lean on the counter to watch the video along with him, smiling. "You picked a good recipe to start with. Not as many steps, and a nice, short ingredient list." By the time the video's done, the molds and the counter are clean, ready for the third and final attempt at mixing the dough for cookies. Something perfectly... normal, for once. Which in of itself, was unusual around here.
Samuel	"Miss Jubilee chose the video." Bean admits, going through the steps until only the oven remains, and he hesitantly places the tray inside, manually turning it to the right temperature. It was so imprecise, having to physically interact with it, and then he forgets that he won't be able to time it in his usual fashion and looks baffled for a moment, until he starts looking for a timer of some description, finding one and setting it. Argh. Imprecision! Why does this timer not have any settings for thousands of a second? It'll simply have to do. "Close enough is good enough, right?"
Shannon	Shannon nods, and smiles a little bit. She's there to offer a little guidance, to step in if needed, but the best way for Bean to learn was to execute each step himself. "It can be. A good cook uses all their senses. Sometimes timers can be a little bit off. You learn over time to, say, smell when food's close to being done. Sometimes it's even a bit closer than a timer. It's good to use both." As the minutes wear on, the sweet smell of the cookies begins to fill the air, and her own nose twitches. She inhales the aroma, letting out an appreciative sigh. "Smells like you just might have gotten it right."
Samuel	"It... smells quite pleasant." Bean allows, inhaling the smell. For him, there's no hint of recognition, or a happy memory to be triggered. A taste or a smell can take people back to a memory closely associated to it, the closest most people get to time travel, but Bean never made cookies before, never had cookies made for him before either. Considering this is probably the memory he will forever associate with the smell, it's a pretty good one. He eyes the timer and notices that it has minutes left to run. Which reminds him. "It's a mile for these, by the way."
Shannon	Shannon laughs a little bit, her eyebrows quirking slightly. A few of the shadows were chased from her eyes, though some are just too deep-seated to be gotten rid of entirely. "Good. It'll be a mile well worth it. Sheesh, that's how many extra miles we're up to now? I've lost count! Logan better not be complaining about me not training, not the way you and Cannonball have had me working. Plus the stables. Plus I cook in here as much by hand as possible--you'd be surprised the strength training that can give you!"
Samuel	*DING*     With great care and some ceremony, Bean stands up and takes out the oven mitts, putting them on, and opening the oven. The tray is almost reverentially removed, and Bean turns with it in his hands, towards Shannon, with an absolutely goofy smile on his face.     "Surprise."
Shannon	Shannon can't help but clap with appreciation, a smile lighting up her face a bit more fully than the last. Who could stay upset for long, facing that goofy grin, and the almost ceremonial presentation of the cookies? She gets a cooling rack out to set the tray down on, chuckling softly. Team effort had paid off. "Now that is a sweet surprise... thank you!"