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[GP] SNOW DAY

Thor and Loki got an early start, because there was a lot to do. Almost two weeks to the day since their first small-but-successful experiment with snow, Loki was confident that he'd improved enough for a bigger experiment. Still snow, because Thor wanted it and it did seem like a decent way to try something big-ish without causing Loki unnecessary grief with the other residents. (It was an arrival day, so there would perhaps be some grief with any new arrivals, but that was entirely acceptable.)

It was before dawn when they went out into the grounds. Thor called up clouds and loaded them with water so they hung low and heavy, covering the sky so that the sun, when it rose, wouldn't ruin the event. Loki took his frost giant shape and staff (now very familiar to his hand) and concentrated on dropping the temperature. Just around the Inn and grounds, but that was enough to be serious effort.

When the snow first started, the flakes were big and wet, and melted as soon as they hit the ground, which was still on the warm side. As they melted, they cooled the ground. After an hour or so, the flakes were smaller and more powdery - real snow, not glorified slush - and they were starting to stick to the ground.

By mid-morning, the Inn and grounds were covered with a thick layer of snow, and it continued to fall.

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Meanwhile, indoors and inspired by the snow, Hurley and Xavin decided to try and make cookies. Cooking together was fun, since neither of them exactly knew what they were doing apart from 'follow the recipe', but since the point was 'try to make cookies' they ended up with a lot of cookies. Sugar cookies, gingerbread, all kinds.

There was no way they'd be able to eat all of them.

Instead, they loaded them onto trays and hauled them to the cafe, then brought out various frostings and candies for decorating. This had been completely intentional. Completely.

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"Non-nerds can find nerds endearing," Peter protests. "It's unfair of you to just assume Moana isn't into nerds or nerdy things. For all you know, she might be the nerdiest of all of us."

Peter looks back down at the dough, trying to figure out what he's going to do. This time, he attempts a circle. He's going to try carving in the arc reactor details as lightly as he can. The worst that can happen is he screws up and just has a regular circular cookie on his hands.

Okay, so Peter had a point there. It made Ned stop talking for a moment and think. He definitely didn't want to judge Moana - she deserved better than that.

It was at that moment Ned realized Peter was apparently in the middle of something. He looked down and saw the cookies. "Are you baking?"

"Yeah," he says. "I'm trying to make cookies for all my friends, but I don't want them to just be ordinary ones."

He peered at the cookies. He liked the hammer one and figured out the heart one quickly.

"What kind are these?" He paused. "Are these... One of May's recipes?"

"No," Peter says quickly. "Not one of May's recipes." May for all the things Peter loved about her could be really experimental at times. Sometimes they were a success and other times...

They were Turkey Meatloaf.

Ned almost let out a sigh of relief and he nodded. "Good- I mean, cool, cool." Ned had suffered through some of May's more 'out there' experiments.

"Want my help? I could like... I don't know, hand you things like when a nurse hands a surgeon things."

"You can help me figure out designs for everyone else," he says. "I was trying to think of what would work for you, but all I could think of was the Death Star and that'll be too complicated to work out."

Too much detail work. Peter doesn't really trust himself to make a decent arc reactor.

"You could always try to draw the rebel symbol... that's easier, right?" Ned thought maybe it was. Less little lines and holes and stuff. "You could always draw a angry face and give it to the librarian." Ned knew Peter said 'friends' but the comment sort of came out before he could help himself. He immediately looked around to make sure he wasn't overheard.

Peter thinks, trying to visualize the Rebel symbol in his head. He thinks he remembers it well enough.

"Okay," he says. "This one will be yours." Peter starts to cut out the shape from memory, trying to give it just enough space so that when it expands it won't just expand into the other parts.

"I'm pretty --" he says, pausing as he makes the first notch at the symbol's upper center. "-- I'm pretty sure Ms. Rasputin wouldn't eat anything I made for her anyway."

Ned thought Peter's cookie for himself was pretty good - better than he could make.

"Does she actually eat anything?" Ned was scared of the woman and they didn't really talk. "Somehow I picture that's what Flash's mom is like."

"You know, I've never actually seen her eat," Peter says with a grin. He finishes up Ned's cookie and looks down at the dough, pondering what to work on next.

"Do you think she's a vampire?" Ned was being serious. "Vampires don't eat food."

"No, she's just a mutant," he says, tapping his fingers against the countertop. "And cranky."

"Wait... she's a mutant." Clearly Peter was glossing over some cool things here. "What's a mutant? Like, the ninja turtles?!"

"They're like... superheroes who got their powers through a mutation in their genetics." That's the simplified version of how it was explained to him, anyway.

"Dude, that's so cool!" Genetics factoring into super powers made sense, since probably Peter's DNA was changed a bit from the spider bite.

Ned suddenly had a thought. "You think maybe I might have some sort of, you know, dormant mutant gene?"

"We could try asking if any of the mutants here wouldn't mind us taking a blood sample and compare yours to theirs," Peter says. He and Liz wanted to do that for awhile already, anyway. "I just don't know whether or not any of them'd be willing."

Peter starts carving out a music note for his next cookie.

"That Storm woman seems nice. And cool. And like she could kick both our butts." But then, a lot of the people at the inn looked that way.

"Yeah, probably," he says, finishing off the music note. He's not sure Alec will like it. Maybe he should go with something else and give this one to Quill? Peter's not sure. "A lot of people here could. They've also been doing it a lot longer than either of us have."

Ned smiled because Peter had included him like he was a superhero so effortlessly. It was nice.

His attention moved to the music note. "Is that for....uh." Nope. He had no clue.

"I was thinking Alec," he says, but then he realizes that might require an explanation that Alec might not want him to give, even if he avoids giving him details beyond he plays the piano. "Or maybe Quill. He saved the universe with a dance-off once."

"What?!" That was enough to distract Ned from Alec - Alec kind of scared the crap out of Ned. Ned was pretty sure Alec was one of those people who would have definitely beat him up in high school if Alec was their same age in the same school. "That is so cool. Has he shown you the dance moves? I bet they're really cool."

"Yeah, he has." Peter grins at the memory. "I'm sure if you asked him, he'd show you, too. He's pretty proud of it."

Proud might be understatement of the century.

"Man, there's so many cool people here. I mean, some of them are from back home which is even cooler. But then others ones aren't, like those two elves that look like they came right out of a D and D book?" It was truly a nerds paradise.

"What are you going to make for Alec?"

Peter nods his agreement. The elves were pretty cool.

"I don't know," he says. "He's my roommate, so you'd think coming up with something would be easy."

And then, it hits him.

"A candy bar," he says, and he starts to cut out a wrapper out of cookie dough.

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