Premise: Nora bakes Ren cookies out of love. Unfortunately Ren is pretty sure these cookies are a bio-hazard.

A/N: Went a little off script for this one, altered the prompt a bit. Already have all of part 2 and most of part 3 done. You shouldn't need to wait long.

Chapter 11, Part 1: Baking

For as long as I can remember back to when I met him, he's made breakfast for us every morning. And sometimes lunch. And almost always dinner.

Most of the time for breakfast it's pancakes (which is good, because his pancakes put all others to shame), and I think he mainly makes them because he knows I like them so much (he's right, they're delicious). Even when he's getting sick, or he's tired, he still does the cooking.

Partially because he likes to cook. Partially because I can't even make toast. I electrocuted the toaster last time and now Jaune won't let me touch the new one.

I can't cook, and truth be told I never really liked it all that much, but it can't be that hard, right? Right?

I feel kinda guilty that he always has to do stuff for me, like stay with me when I have a nightmare or get things off of high shelves. I feel like I don't really do much aside from hit stuff with Magnhild, occasionally save his life and very rarely helphim with his own nightmares.

Meanwhile, he makes sure I don't starve.

But this day will be different! Because today, I am going to try and bake his favorite cookies and by gosh, Nora, you will SUCCEED!

…

I crept quietly in the dorm, careful not to startle any of them. Normally, I wouldn't let Ren or anyone else sleep in this late, but I needed time to make cookies. Pyrrha likes cookies. Jaune likes cookies. I've seen Ren eat cookies before, so he must also like cookies!

I couldn't believe they were still asleep. Honestly, it was already almost 5 am and he was still dozing, along with Pyrrha and Jaune. Lazy, all of them.

Grabbing Ren's apron, I realized I didn't know the exact measurements for cookie ingredients. I can wing it, I think. Can't be that difficult.

Okay...What do I need? I need… dough.

Wait. I have to make that, too.

Okay, I need… milk. Flour. Sugar (the best part). Eggs. Do I need salt? Nah. Chocolate- Or did Ren like the ones with raisins? No, that's Jaune. Is it? I have no clue. I either need chocolate or raisins.

As I search the supplies, I am struck with a realization that alters my entire worldview.

Why. Not. BOTH?!

I managed to find a bowl, milk, eggs, flour and sugar. No chocolate or raisins. (For some reason, Ren had two jars of sugar. And I thought I had a sweet tooth. Silly Ren.) One of the sugar jars was right next to the pepper too! Ugh. Ren should work on his organizational skills. Two jars of sugar, one next to pepper? Who uses sugar and pepper? Maybe Ren has weirder taste than I thought. And I know the milk will make very nice cookies, because the milk literally said that it was. Who knows? All I know is that without chocolate or raisins, these are going to be the most boring cookies ever.

Now, I just need measurements. Do I, though?

Nah.

I ended up pouring half the milk into the bowl. I decided to use a lot of the other ingredients to balance it out. I may have used all the sugar, but hey, the sweeter the better, right?

According to my scroll, the cookies need to bake at 375 degrees F (What does 'F' mean? Probably "fire".) for 15 minutes. But… if I heat them to 3,750 degrees, they'll only take 1.5 minutes!

How do I heat them to 3,750 degrees?

…

"Yang?" I whispered, pushing open Team RWBY's door. I tiptoed closer to her bunk bed.

"Yang?" I asked slightly louder.

She opened her violet eyes, looked at me in silence for a moment before finally yawning, "...Nora?"

"Uh huh?" I asked.

"Why are you on my bed?"

…

"Thanks, Yang!" I called, walking into my own dorm's kitchen. I put the (slightly burnt) cookies down onto the table and grinned. The cookies may have been slightly blackened, but it'll only add to the crunch! Crunchy cookies were just as good as chewy ones. I hope Ren feels the same way. How could he not?