Snacks
It was supposed to be a snack. Molly had made her way to the kitchen only to fetch some food to snack on while she sat down with her brothers for a little evening of catching up. Just the three of them, and blankets, and snacks, and a good time. Except the moment she walked in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but to start baking. And then she couldn’t quite stop. And by the time she did, she had a tray full of muffins, brownies, and cinnamon rolls ready for them. And it was not a small tray. It certainly was way too much for three people, but... she had a feeling they’d empty it soon enough.
She carried it all the way to her dorm, giving two or three of the baked goods to some of her friends she walked by on the way, before setting it down by her bed. She was already getting comfortable in the blankets she left on her bed before they showed. And she waited. And waited. Well, she wasn’t exactly surprised to see them running a little late, but the smell from the pastries was getting the best of her. And just as they finally walked in, Molly had just taken a mouthful of brownie. Well, let's just call that one a taste test. But if anything, seeing her already stuffing her face was most likely all the convincing the twins needed to join her.
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